SOME SAY THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE

Oh good god, my house is burning down? I have to grab five things? Maybe one of the ancient Chinese porcelain pieces? A doll? One of Garry’s Emmys? A camera? Too much. Too much to think about, too much to deal with. Sorry, no answer.

It’s entirely too much for me. I’m putting on my coat and getting the hell out of here. Too much loss to contemplate. I’ll sort it all out later. Much later.

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Burning Down the House – Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME

This Land Is Your Land

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

That ribbon of highway ...
That ribbon of highway …
I saw above me, that endless skyway ...
I saw above me, that endless sky way …
I saw below me that golden valley ...
I saw below me that golden valley …
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I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps, to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts …
This land was made for you and me ...
This land was made for you and me …

 

SHARING MY WORLD – WEEK #4

Share Your World – 2015 Week #4

Where did you live at age five? Is it the same place or town you live now?

I lived in a very old house in Queens, New York, when I was five. It was, as it this house, surrounded by oak trees. It had, as does this house (after remodeling) a big picture window in the front. Maybe I have — in some sense — gone home again.

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I lived there until I left for college. I never went back, except to visit. The house in which I now live, reminds me very much of the house in which I grew up, but it is in New England … quite far from my original home. I don’t even know anyone who lives in New York city any more. We have all moved somewhere else.

You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met. Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?

These days, I don’t feel safe going places alone. I’m a bit fragile and I get fearful when I have no one to call for help. So the answer is these day, no. But I would have gone by myself in the past — without a second thought.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

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I grew up in New York city, but the neighborhood was very much like a small town. The city had grown around it, leaving it’s semi rural nature intact.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A writer. I wanted to be a writer when I was studying to be a musician. There was never really a choice for me. I was born to be a writer.