Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Digging Deeper

Upon deeper digging in my mom's crate that resided up in her closet at the echo house, i came across more treasures. One thing was a letter from my mom to her mom and dad. It was obviously a rough draft explaining that my mom and dad were separating in hopes to save their friendship. She reassured her parents by saying that dad was only renting a house 3 miles away on union lake (i remember that) and that he is spending lots of time with us. It was kind of hard to read. It explains, though, the reason why they remained freinds, although the initial time right after the divorce seemed kind of tense.

I also found some writing in her crate from Jered and Jason. . . i hope they don't mind me sharing.

A Mother's Day Poem for Mom
- Jason Michael

Due to my lack of buying power
I was unable to purchase a flower
Or a cheap, fabricated Hallmark card
With a saying by some anonymous bard
And though we fight over this and that
About what to do with the two cats
And though we yell & fight & rue
Life would suck without you.
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is "I love you, mom. Happy Mother Day."
Love,
Jason


Reasons Why I Should Have My Car
or
A Lesson Learned in Justice
by Jered Michael

1. Taking the car away on the weekend and not allowing me to drive to school will not help my grade. It can only discourage me. i can understand not having my car on weeknights 'cause I should be doing homework

2. My feelings are that I'm being punished for doing my best to improve my grades but still getting the shortend- How discouraging. Would you like getting an E on a paper that you worked 5 wks on just because you made a rude comment to the teacher 5 wks ago? - I thought i was already punished sufficiently for my grades - I can only do my best- I did do my best - and now my car has been taken away - Justice is blind - yet it still doesn't hear.

3. Is it my fault that my trig teacher hasn't recorded grades? - I have turned in every assignment so far - but I'm being punished for it becasue he's too lazy to check our HW - and i suffer. Is there no justice?
I ask you

In conclusion - where am I at fault ? - I agree I still need to sustain improvement- If you look at Mr. Auten's gradebook, you would've seen that after the first 5 wks I had every homework turned in. I received a 58/64 on a quiz and a 61/68 on another - yet I have no car. Why? - - - What I propose is
1. I get all my privileges on the weekends where there is no academic aspect and I can still drive to school
2. All phone, driving, and going out privileges are gone on weekdays until I show at least all C's in my classes

If we punish the accused simply because they fit the punishment - without first examining the case- we are condemning humanity!!

Power to the People

"The best government - is no government"
- Henry David Thoreau

I plead with your intellect - look at what you're doing - as a professor of the liberal arts - you must be aware of the Great Crime of Injustice - much bigger than a D in Trigonometry

Thank you for listening.
please Consider
-for the future of mankind
Ben Franklin would be proud!
Your loving son,
Jered Michael
In support of you loving son, your loving neighbor,
Scott A. Jones


I think Jered won this argument, if i remember correctly!

Our resolutions- i don't know what year they are from

Resawhatever
I promise not to be violent
Jason

Resolution
I lindsey will not throw a spaze (spaz) any more. I feel good and will not fight with my brother's and sister (?) mom
Lindsey M

Jered took his resolution i think. He wrote on his that he has in fact already was doing it. I think it was something about keeping peace.

Lastly, a poem my mom wrote:

1974 will be a year to remember,
Our first year with our newest member.
We rang it in with a fondue meal,
Eaten in shifts due to Jered's squeal.
The Year was passing and things were bad,
Jered kept crying and Shepherd was mad.
A trip to the Bahamas was a nice relief;
Unfortunately, it was much too brief.
Finally, the Michael family got lucky,
When we were moved to Louisville, Kentucky.
Tho Jered still cried and Ma was homesick,
We got rid of Shepherd and gained Skonick.
Daddy was made ad-coordinator,
And Jered began to sleep a little later.
Ma visited home and had her sewing,
And time passed without our knowing.
Now Jered's a toddler and such a gem,
How did we ever live without him?
So '75 has got to be better,
No matter where we are, we;ll be together

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! That's great stuff. In your mom's poem "Shepherd" refers to my ogre boss with Playback, in Inianapolis, Jack Shepherd, a real jerk and psycho case. "Skonick" refers to Walt Skonicki, my new boss when I was made regional advertising coordinator. He was a good mon who was my boss in Detroit when I worked for a different company. Walt and his wife were fighting while out one night (slightly drunk) and she got mad, left the restaurant with him in pursuit. He caught up to her walking on side of road, she pulled away from him, taking a step/stumble backwards into the road and was hit by a truck. No surprise, he was changed forever.

Lindsey said...

Thanks dad for the clarification and the story. My guess was shepherd was a dog that i didn't realized you owned, but i had no clue about "skonick" Aren't jered and jason's writing so typical of them? I love it. . . no wonder mom kept them for so long. it kind of makes me wonder what things my kids will find of mine that paint a picture of what i thought was important.

I love you. I really enjoyed looking at your lists and notes to mom. Even handwriting can bring up emotion in me and the "Jer" and her directions to you to make sure our faces were washed! It is good stuff.

Anonymous said...

This may sound a bit corny, but I am truly amazed and greatly amused by the remarkable writing that has been produced by this Micheal Group. Not only do I think about what gems your kids will unearth that will teach them of you, but I am excited to think about what they'll put to paper, computer, iphone, etc.

Anonymous said...

Lindsey, this is amazing stuff! I had no idea this mysterious crate even existed! It's like a little peephole into mom's life, and our childhoods. I love it!

I don't remember writing that resolution, but I do remember having a real bad temper back then. I would get so frustrated living under someone else's thumb that I would just yell and scream and have panic attacks. I would literally "see red" like someone had put red glasses over my eyes, and my whole body would itch like crazy, I remember. Ugh!

I love Jered's hyperbole and bombast in his arguments with mom. "Please, for the future of Mankind, reconsider!" So lawyerly! And roping Scott in to back him up. Ha! Classic.

Jason

Anonymous said...

Man I can bullshit good! Better roll up your pant-legs after reading this!
love,
Jered

Lindsey said...

Next time you guys come over, i can drag the crate out. Some of the stuff probably makes more sense to you because you have more memories of stuff, but i truly enjoy it. I didn't even go through all her calendars of t-ball games, and dr. appointments, and parties. Good Stuff.