Month: November 2010

Tonight my grandfather died.

On the eve of Thanksgiving, particularly, I am mindful that I should be thankful that I even knew him to begin with.  In truth, the man had a signifigane influence on my life, in several ways, at many stages.

This was not unexpected, but that does not mean it was anticipated.

This was not desired, but that does not mean it was a bad thing.

This is the first domino in a long row – I hope something resembling sanity is left standing at the end of the rattling road.

I hope someday, to wear his ring.

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent to blow up King and Parliament.

Three score barrels were laid below to prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s mercy he was catch’d with a dark lantern and lighted match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip hoorah!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.

A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.

Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.

Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.

Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!