I now see a wild variety of birds because I KNOW they’re out there. Before, I just didn’t know better. My country is caught in a willful misinterpretation of the 2nd Amendment; I want this ignorance to be in the “before-when-I-didn’t-know-better phase too. (A 420-character, 9-line poem)



birds were LBBs (Little Brown Birds). Now I see

PineWarblersJuncosRubyCrownedKingletsSavannahSparrowsBlack-throated Greens;

I wish it to be like this w/ the wicked perversion of

“A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State,

the right of the People to keep & bear arms shall not be infringed”

that’s blindsided the US w/ weak pols & killing guns.

We need an after for this bad





Here’s somebody who’s thinking outside the box: “What fourth graders can teach us | Judy Gelles | TEDxPenn”

We have a print of one of the Judy Gelles works from the Fourth Grade Project. It hangs in our house and is a source of daily reminder about the power of words and pictures; and, today after yet another mass shooting, it’s a reminder of the disease our country tolerates: guns.



Published on Jun 9, 2015

“Who do you live with? What do you wish for? What do you worry about? Photographer Judy Gelles traveled across the US and the world and photographed fourth graders, asking them these three questions. Told in their own words, the stories of these children, with their simple honesty, shed light on common human experiences and how our cultures and communities differ from one another—but also on how they unite us.

Judy Gelles graduated from the Rhode Island School of Design with an MFA in Photography and her photography provides social commentary on who we are and how we think. Three years ago, she volunteered at an inner-city school near her home in Philadelphia. After months of listening to the stories of the children she worked with, she realized that what the students were telling her was important for others to hear too. Her work can be seen in the Pentimenti Gallery in Philadelphia, Stephen Cohen Gallery in Los Angeles, and Etherton Gallery in Tucson.

This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference”

A Blooded, Harvested, Eclipsed Moon, a Hot Tub next to the Trumpet Vine: doesn’t get any better than this which brings to mind a song(s)

The “this must be stopped” phrase should be applied to the words the candidates are spewing. They are verbal winks to commit crimes me thinks. & it’s acidifying the air. (a 420 character 9-liner)

You could play The Lemon Tree and two clips of Ben and Donald as you read this 420 and contemplate whether this campaign season is impossible to eat, as in stomach.



is when a little guy goes around the less-peopled side of a big tree

and pees discretely as taught by his Daddy;

if it’s a lemon tree all’s the better- it likes the uric acid;

but it’s not ok when Presidential wannabes pee on trees

in front of everyone

w/ outrageous statements about Muslims and science that wind-up thusly:

“We cannot let it continue.” “We’re going to do something about it.”

Not acceptable.


Caveat 1: I began to fuss with the above 420 when I read about the anti-pee paint being used on buildings in San Francisco to discourage homeless men from peeing on them. The paint causes the urine to splash back. Really? Add insult to injury? How about finding them a shelter, an open-all-day urinal, a therapist, a job? (I know. I know. It’s hard living in moderate cities with lots of help agencies; homeless people flock there. But this paint is the devil it would seem.) Then I thought perhaps these candidates that spray their bullying venom around might benefit from some splash BACK. (Does NO one dare stand up and challenge them?) They’re certainly acidifying the atmosphere with their rhetoric; has anyone tested it for pH6? Perhaps their words would be good for lemon trees. We could take all the past and future speeches and bury them in lemon groves, and then they too would be officially impossible to eat, as Peter, Paul, and Mary were wont to say.

Caveat 2: Re-reading me thinks I could have captured Caveat 1 in a 420 instead of a verbal diatribe. But I’m steaming.

**Patty, one of we women who write, but you all know that

The “this must be stopped” phrase should be applied to the words the candidates are spewing. They are verbal winks to commit crimes me thinks. & it’s acidifying the air.  (a 420 character 9-liner)







My Saucy Walker Doll is just a memory.

But a consumingly joyful one.


Like a constellation of smileys.


The Ideal Toy Corporation’s walking doll is my all-time favorite.  No wind-up key.  No button to push.  All I did was walk alongside her and hold her hand, balance her first on one foot, then the other.  Or I walked behind her, my hands on her shoulders.  Saucy was pretty obedient.  If I wanted her to sit, I pushed her legs into a sitting position. You could actually hear her legs snap. (Into position, that is. No SW was ever harmed by this procedure.)

Saucy’s hair was lustrous Saran. She never complained during hours of shampooing, brushing, and styling.  Wash! Wave! Comb! Curl! The doll curlers?  By Ideal Toys, of course.

It’s a wonderful toy.  It’s Ideal.

I weighed Saucy Walker, too, on my made-in-the-USA scale.
IMG_4407While Saucy napped, I had plenty of other amusements.

Like plastic dexterity puzzles…


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and handmade stuffed animals.


Saucy Walker is long gone but I still have everything else. Nothing brings back the nostalgia of childhood and the good old days like vintage toys. Want to relive some of the fun from childhood? Visit Some Bit of Stuff.  Some things just never go out of style.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my toys will break.
So none of the other kids can use ’em….

 ― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

Toni 9/24/2015