Now you must understand, this whole blog thing was meant to be more than a casual and frivolous indulgence....when originally considered it was intended as a kind of legacy to describe and explain the older generations of the family to the younger ones and, in another way, my only chance at a kind half-assed of immortality.
Should any of the newly born (my youngest cousin, Noa Belle) or even so far unborn ever ask, "Who was cousin Lois?", these fragments of musings and occasional bits of family history (if preserved) will, I hope, be able to provide a somewhat 3 dimensional flesh and blood picture of me, the family worshiper, booster, cheerleader, defender, historian and the Family Oddball (if I do say so myself). It is intended also to provide some real idea of who the older generations were and what they were like as real people, not just names and funny old photos. (I will produce some of the funny old photos in due time. and lots of narrative too, I promise.)
The very sad fact is that I am the last of my generation and sadder yet is the fact that I have no offspring so I am the end of this particular branch of the family. (When I chose to not have any children I did not think about those ramifications....though I know I could never have managed to raise a child just for the purpose of continuing the gene pool. And the choice was not purely selfish....I was definitely considering the well being of the potential child as well. I joke that never having been able to be a child I have no basis for relating to them now.....I hope that is not too off-putting to my readers......I am not an evil person....I do not HARM children.....I just can't bring myself have anything to do with them until they are at least about 25, self supporting, with decent table manners and in full comand of language and particularly of logic.
If that be a character flaw, so be it. I try to make up for it by being extra kind to the environment, all animals and some adults. You must admit that a person who can clean 6 kitty boxes daily while singing "Sunny Side of the Street" cannot be all bad.
As I often promise at the end of my emails...........More Later.
The New Yorker covers: April 5, 1969
12 hours ago
You're a better woman than me, Lo... I can't bear the thought of one kitty litter box, let alone six! (Which is why this CatLady doesn't have any cats.) Looking forward to reading more of your memoirs here!
ReplyDeleteYou are always welcome, my dear CL....how funny....a CatLady without cats......
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the photos!
ReplyDeleteOn the bright side, not having kids keeps you young, apparently, so you'l live to 120.
Couldn't have put it better myself, Lo! (and confirmed every time I observe a child in a supermarket, rigid with anger, bawling his/her head off and parent(s)standing by impotently, as any attempt to restrain might lead to yet another prosecution for child assault!)Cats are far better 'offspring' (although sometimes they have their 'moments'!)Sadly one of my ferals died yesterday (leukemia.) All very sudden - she was very lively last week, but once the virus gets into the respiratory system they fade away quite rapidly.
ReplyDeleteOh, Willie....I am SO sorry....!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your commisserations.Only a fellow cat-person can fully understand the pain - "It's ONLY a cat, for gawd's sake" etc.
ReplyDeleteI think Cat Lady Larew feels the same way about cats that you do about kids. (But there really aren't that many 25 year old cats around with good table manners!)
ReplyDelete...Well, I had one who lived to the grand old age of 28 who was a perfect gentleman and had excellent table manners!(but I do admit he was the exception - my present 'tribe'would all be served ASBOS if they were humans!)
ReplyDeleteLinda, you are right about everything.
ReplyDeletewillie, dear....what is ASBOS?