Family History I

Marsha and I have been shooting video since 1980 and we're always meaning to do something with it (beyond rearranging the cassettes on the shelves and dusting them every few years.) So this is part of the project.
While we lived in France in 1994-95, we had a pretty good video camera which shot in Hi-8. We've actually transferred some of this to digital tape and then edited it into a couple of our travel films, most notably the latest one, "Etched in Stone."
So as we were preparing video from the Chateau in Provence, we noticed some characters appearing here and there; people who came to visit during our year in Provence. John Spotswood, Joan's brother and therefore uncle to some of you, came to visit in January of '95 and stayed for a few days. He was a man of great good humour and we enjoyed his visit immensely. John has passed away since then, (I forget when, but it's been a few years) so if you never met him, these couple of minutes will be your introduction.

Thanksgiving Coming Up

We have nearly finished our Fall tour. Our last post was from the Deep South, but since then we have surfaced through North Carolina, Virginia — a show at McLean, a suburb of Washington, DC, several shows in Pennsylvania including Grove City and West Chester, our first appearance at Fredonia, NY, and a bunch of Mena's shows in the Northeast.
It was our first excursion to the Union Club in New York City followed by shows in Portland, ME, Concord, NH (Barack Obama was elected President between these two shows) and then Greene, ME, in the north woods. We stayed with Marsha's cousin Gary Salamacha, the owner of Sierra Construction as well as a couple of harness racing horses. We went to see Foreigh Authority run at Bangor, ME. He won!! Then we finished the NE tour at the Harvard Club in Boston, had a meal and an overnight stay at the club.

Deep South

We are in the Deep South.
Our annual visit to our guitar player friend Brent Sibley in the mountains of mid-Alabama north of Birmingham. Brent has a house surrounded by woods, some of which he has planted himself over the last few years. He is quite isolated from the world and his place is a quiet refuge from the world which is currently obsessed with financial crises. At least it is if you listen to the radio and watch the TV.
We had a showing of our new film, "Etched in Stone: Scotland to Provence," in Huntsville, Alabama, on Tuesday, and the night before that in Crossville, Tennessee, (Fairfield Glade Lions Club). The Crossville gig is at a little old renovated movie theater with comfy new seats. They have a loyal following and a very active Lions Club. In Huntsville, the Kiwanis is equally active and so they get a pretty good crowd, too, and now that they have introduced their own screen, we are not forced to show a dark product on two screens inside the church hall. Huntsville is quite a cosmopolitan place because of the infusion of rocket scientists, I guess.
Wednesday there was a lot of rain. We stayed over in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Huntsville and drove to Brent's place Wednesday afternoon. I spoke to Carl Lowe, and old musician friend from New York who now lives in Arab (pronounced A-Rab.) We'll try to see him on our way up to North Carolina to see Lolita and play a Sunday matinee in Hendersonville, NC.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday will take us from North Carolina, to Tennessee, to North Carolina, and finally to McLean, Virginia, which is on the edge of Washington, DC. Maybe we'll be able to offer some advice to the government. Oh yeah.
Til next time when, hopefully, all will be well.

Summer in Provence

Marsha and Dany in Charleval, Provence.

Cezanne's Mt. St. Victoire at Aix.

Gaugin: Arles cafe.

Cave discovered by Henri Cosquer beneath a calanque near Marseille. 19,000 year old cave paintings on the walls.

We went back to Provence last summer. It was our first visit for five years, and we should go every year. It was difficult to contend with the death of our great friend and fellow musician, Claude Goldfinger, because he was one of those people who not only has great talent, but is also happy to collaborate. We loved him and lost him, but we have Dany, his widow, who is also a musical talent and a real friend. Claude's music has been in three of our films. Dany is in our latest film, "Etched in Stone: Scotland to Provence." She could be an actress or model.

Filming in England & Scotland

At left: on the Isle of Inchmahome, Lake of Menteith, the ruins of an Augustinian Priory which once played host to the young (5 year old) Mary, Queen of Scots. Mary stayed a few weeks while the English came dangerously close to Stirling in hopes of capturing Mary and marrying her off to her cousin Edward, son of Henry VIII. Instead, Mary went to France and married the future French king.

It is the summer of 2008 and the dollar has sunk to new lows aginst the euro and the pound. Petrol (gasoline,) is at an all time high and various workers in both England and France are contemplating strikes against the oil companies to protest the exorbitant rise in the price of diesel fuel. Not the best time, perhaps, to be shooting new film in Great Britain and France, but we have a project to finish: “Etched in Stone: Scotland to Provence.”

Marsha is still in Louisiana taking care of some business, but she will join me in London next week and we will go to the south of France together. I have already done some filming in London. Quite by chance I got close to the first rehearsal of the annual “Trooping of the Colour.” The rehearsals are just like the show except the Queen isn’t there. Exiting the parade ground at St. James’s Palace, they follow the Mall to Buckingham Palace. Horse Guards and Cavalry in silver, black and gold. Coldstream and Grenadier Guards strutting their stuff in bright redcoats and bearskins riffling in the breeze.

When I arrived in London at the end of May, the weather was “typically English:” rain and cloud and complaining from every side. Summer had apparently taken place sometime back in April. However, the day I left for Scotland, the weather improved and by the time I reached the Lake District, summer was on its way.

I borrowed a tent, a sleeping bag and an air mattress from my hosts in the south and the first day I drove my rented Peugeot about 350 miles to the Lake District. This was nearly all motorway driving so there was none of that roundabout, stop and go feeling of the lesser British highways. By the time I reached Burns Farm campground it was about 7 p.m. I managed to catch some evening light — it remains light until about 10 p.m. — at the nearby Castlerigg Stone Circle.

Castlerigg dates back about 5000 years. There are three circles of similar size in the Lake District and they became quite popular with visitors in the early 19th Century when Wordsworth, the poet, lived nearby. A custodian informed me that Wordsworth regarded Castlerigg as a tourist trap: he took his visitors to see an alternative circle, Long Meg and Her Daughters.

The weather was in the process of changing that very evening; it delivered one last torrential gasp (luckily I hadn’t pitched my tent yet) and basically cleared up for the next few days. In the morning I arose with the sun and went up to Castlerigg, which was shrouded in an atmospheric morning fog. A mystical aura was created by the stones, and their guardian sheep, outlined in the mist.

The English Lake District is an area of extraordinary beauty, a National Park and a holiday destination for hikers, walkers, campers and poets. I visited the town of Keswick on Derwent Water, Wordsworth’s Dove Cottage, and Copt Howe, a recent (1999) discovery of stone age markings on giant boulders. It seems the markings had been obscured by moss for decades.

Onward to Scotland. I have cousin in Dumfries who offered to feed me and put me up in her guest room for the night while I went off to film in Galloway. Whithorn Priory has a special place in the spiritual history of Scotland, as it, not Iona, is where Christianity was introduced to the Picts and Scots of the 4th Century.

There are also a couple of very impressive ruins of Cistercian Abbeys in this part of the world. There’s the reddish stone of New Abbey, commonly called Sweetheart Abbey, and therein lies a tale. Formally it’s “New” because, although it was built in the 13th Century, there is the older
Dundrennan Abbey nearby.

Dundrennan is most famously known for housing Mary Queen of Scots during her last night in Scotland. She made the fateful decision of throwing herself on the mercy of her cousin Elizabeth I, and for Mary personally it turned out very badly. Of course these “piles of old stones” (in the words of my mother-in-law, bless her) must have a story to give them meaning and drama. Many of my Scottish stones comprise part of the Mary Queen of Scots story.

I have filmed something new, too. The Falkirk Wheel was designed to provide the missing link in the canal system that connects the North Sea to the Irish Sea from Edinburgh to Glasgow. Completed in 2002, the wheel is like a giant carnival ride that takes the place of several locks by swinging barges between the Union and the Firth and Clyde canals.

I had a week on the road, connecting with family and making new acquaintances along the way. I got the car back without scraping into any stone walls with my off-side doors. And if you can overcome the expense, well Europe just seems to get more interesting all the time. And British food is — well, it’s brilliant!

Eric is confused

*I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight*...        
If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're  "exotic, different."Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers,  a quintessential  American  story.        
If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim. Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.        
Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.        
Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well  grounded.        
If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years  as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator  representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of  the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs  Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.        
If your total resume is: local weather girl,  4 years on the city  council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000  people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people,  then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking  executive.        
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while  raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're  not a real Christian.  
If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your  disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a  Christian.        
If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including  the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.        
If , while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no  other option in sex education in your state's school system while your  unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant , you're very responsible.        
If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city  community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values  don't represent America's.        
If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude",  with at least one DWI  conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.  
OK, much clearer now. 

The Children's Tour

The Children’s Tour

The last week in September is time for the annual Children’s Tour in Natchitoches, Louisiana. The Association for the Preservation of Historic Natchitoches (APHN) sponsors the program which is offered to all third grade classes throughout the Parish. This past September (‘08) there were about 30 participating classes.

They arrive on their buses from all points: Cloutierville, Fairview-Alpha, Marthaville, Provencal, and many schools in the city of Natchitoches itself. There are private schools as well as public. Each class has a list of places to visit, and the schedule has been overseen by Martha Wynn for many years. It was a labor of love for Martha, but she's finally letting it go and leaving it to other APHN ladies.

The classes may start at the Prudhomme-Rouquier House, a big white mansion built of bousillage in the late 18th century; or they may start at the Court House Museum, where last year the creator of the Blue Dog, George Rodrigue, was having an exhibit. This year it was a Cane River Creole exhibit.

They may start with us, down on the stage by the river: we’ll sing them songs of old Louisiana and end with a rousing version of the state song, “You Are My Sunshine.” The program starts at about 8:30 am, Monday to Friday, and runs til about noon when they climb on their buses and head back to their little towns and schools. All a great deal wiser.

Father Serra

The Father Serra film is about half-finished. When it is complete, the 80-minute travel film will be titled: "The Travels of Father Serra: Majorca to California."
However, we are treating the half we HAVE finished as a complete guide to the California Missions of Father Junipero Serra and aiming to market the DVD to gift shops, bookstores and Serra International.

During our last trip to California, in April, we went to Mission Santa Barbara, "The Queen of Missions," which was the next one begun after the death of Serra. It's almost a Serra Mission. He was there to raise the cross and bless the site, but then there was his controversial relationship with Governor Neve, who probably vetoed the new mission just because he and Father Serra didn't see eye to eye.
Serra said "in my poor judgment this is not a good place for a presidio or a mission," but it is an uncharacteristically negative remark.

Anyway: we have the DVD of "The Missions of Father Serra," (that's the first nine missions) plus two bonus tracks, as we used to say in the music biz: Santa Barbara and Soledad. Well, we will have it next week. It's being mastered and produced at Dale and Sandy Johnson's Trailwood Films in Shelbyville, Kentucky. It's looking good and we just got the covers from the printer in south Shreveport.

May

We are in Louisiana for a few weeks. Last night we played a party for Joe Thibodeau in Natchitoches. There is no name which is more essentially Cajun than Thibodeau, unless it's Boudreau. Joe has a dog named Boudreau. Of course, Fonteneau is pretty strong, too. And a few others which we won't even get into. Joe had a housewarming at his new place on the rivah, the north bank of the Cane. Or is it the east bank?
We stayed the night with our friend Conna who told us all about the new Natchitoches movie, The Garden Club. It is the work of Bobby W, or Bobby Deblieux, Conna's next door neighbor, and it's premiering next weekend. Should be a great hit. Check it out at Garden Club in our "Friends and Family" list at left.
In the morning, Saturday, we had played music at the Cane River Green market down by the river front in Natchitoches. This is always a great pleasure: there are lots of kids on hand and Marsha has them singing, dancing and playing along on tambourines, spoons, rubboards, ti-fers, or whatever else she has in her bag of tricks.
I will be leaving for England on May 28th and soon after heading for Scotland to film some stuff for our next film, "Etched in Stone: Scotland to Provence." Marsha will be joining me a little later. She will not miss the France part of our travels, and I can't blame her for that. France may be our favorite place.
The one kitten has grown and graduated from the computer drawer. The other kitten disappeared while we were out on tour. We understand it may have been too weak to survive. Amber is pregnant again and may come up with two more kittens. Anybody want this kitten? She's litter box trained and quite adorable.

Golden Gate Geographical Society

La Manche comes to the Bay Area, San Francisco....
Moulin Huet Bay, Guernsey, the Channel Islands (see picture). Auguste Renoir was here in the 1880's. He painted several canvases on the beach at Moulin Huet Bay, some with families frolicking in the foreground, most with these rocks in the background. Victor Hugo spent 15 years on Guernsey just before Renoir. He wrote "Les Miserables" at his home, Hauteville House. Hugo is famously quoted as saying that the Channel Islands were "fragments of France, dropped into the sea and picked up by England."

We've just checked in to our motel in South San Francisco. We have done the first two shows with Ken and Bettine and their Golden Gate Geographical Society. This is the last of their series. It seems a shame to end it because it still attracts an audience - albeit a predominately aged audience - but who else makes entertainment for this age group? Most of them will be disappointed to have no place to go for their travel films next season.
Ken and Bettine Armstrong have been presenting their series for 34 years and this will be the end of an era. Our show today was at Belmont; yesterday was up by Santa Rosa; tomorrow's will be at Mountain View. Thursday there will be two shows at Moraga, and the finale will take place at Oakland's amazingly ornate picture palace, The Paramount, next Saturday at 2:00 PM. These venues are among the best in the country, known for quality films, excellent sound, professionalism in production and attention to detail; the audiences are well educated and interested in geography and history. In other words, the audience one dreams of when one makes these films: they understand the references and the humor, and they exit saying things like they actually learned something from the presentation. They are open minded and willing to learn. One can only hope that the younger generations will learn enough to be so humble in 50 years time. Dream on; but hope. I think today's young folk may be literate in technology, but ignorant in everything else.
During each of the Golden Gate programs Marsha makes a presentation of appreciation and good wishes to Ken and Bettine on behalf of their peers at TRACS, the Travel Adventure Cinema Society.
Our show is "La Manche/the English Channel." It's literate, colorful, informational, geographical, historical, theatrical and just plain good stuff. We dedicate it to Veterans of WWII.
Check it out: go to You Tube and "lacahoots" ("Monet in Normandie" is from "La Manche") or go to  montyandmarsha.com our website for an overview of our work.

Fruits de Mer, St. Peter Port, Guernsey.

Kittens

We have figured out what the cat, Amber, was going on about. Mewling and yelling at us for the first day or two after our return.
I was sitting in the back yard a few days ago when I spotted Amber heading for the back door carrying something furry in her mouth. I thought, "Oh-oh, she's caught some rodent to present to Marsha." I told Marsha that the cat was trying to bring her something too small to be a rat, to big for a mouse. Perhaps a baby rat. Amber was turned away from the door and so carried her prey back behind some bushes and disappeared.
The next evening she arrived at the front door with a similar offering. Marsha wasn't pleased, initially, but then noticed that the mouthful was, in fact, a kitten. Amber's kitten. She brought it in and trotted over to Marsha's computer desk where she is able to access a deep drawer by coming through the back way. She had been mysteriously preparing this drawer, by tearing up paper in there, for a few days before Marsha departed for Kalamazoo in late February. Now she was using it as her nest. She is a small cat and Marsha wasn't too surprised at the idea of her producing just the one kitten.
However, a while later, Amber requested to go outside again, and when she returned, she was bearing a second kitten. She took it to the nest and now she seems quite contented. She shows up in the kitchen whenever there's any activity there, so she can keep her babies well fed. She apparently has just the two, because it's been a few days now, and no additional kittens.
We haven't named them yet; we've sort of left it up to Ryan and Emily to handle that.

Good Friday

We arrived back home in Louisiana yesterday, March 20th, and today is Good Friday. It is quite warm and sunny today, the temperature in the high 70's F. Our azaleas are in bloom (LEFT). We don't get to see them every year as our house is a bit like one more stop on our ongoing tour of North America and Western Europe. There is evidence of daffodils and crocuses, the dark green stalks that are left behind after the blooms have fled. I won't mow them for a few days, so when I'm sitting out in the sun I can ponder them. The travelogue tour continues in under three weeks: we'll be off to California around the 8th of April.

The picture of our van is the morning after the snow. We have rinsed the road salt off, though yesterday and the night before it got a good rain-drenching. I went to the car wash this morning where I was accosted by a man speaking some form of Louisiana ebonics, and after I had him repeat it four times I discerned that he said something after the order of: "Too bad I didn't talk to you before you started cuz I woulda did it for yuh." I told him I was OK even though I may have looked like a doddering old fool struggling with a soapy brush and shooting powerful streams of water which kept bouncing back and drenching me in clouds of mist. He obviously wished to make a little coin, but why?, did he think? didn't I take it to the car wash where they do all the work for you? Because I'm also a doddering old miser. And I'm trying to stay alive by getting as much exercise as possible.

Marsha's little grey cat, Amber, has returned, though she is a little nervous about us, since we keep leaving for extended periods of time. Still, we thought that was the deal. She obviously got too attached to a routine during December, and parts of January and February.

We managed to get to Pub Quiz on Tuesday night at Veach's Office Bar in Jackson, Michigan, and our team, the Blarneys, which plays every week whether we are there or not, won with over a ten point margin. It was a major victory, and a distinct team effort.
The distance from Jackson to Bossier City is 1055 miles, so we don't get to Pub Quiz all that often, but when we are in Michigan we try to get there every time we have a free Tuesday. As it happens, last Tuesday was the first one this year.

The night before we had driven down from Oakville, Ontario. the site of our last show of this tour segment. Most of the time we were in Ontario, we stayed at the Courtyard Marriott in Mississauga, where we took advantage of the swimming pool and exercise room. The accompanying photograph is of me in the pool at the Holiday Inn in Huntsville, the night after the Great Storm of '08; we had also been in the pool during the storm, underneath the faux palm tree.

During our stay in Ontario we went to the McMichael Gallery in Kleinsburg (BELOW: Marsha in front of the gallery) which houses the Group of Seven, Totem Poles, Etched stone, and Inuit stuff and we trolled about in the art for a few hours. I had always wanted to learn more about the Group of Seven (turns out there were 8 or 9 of them) as I actually referenced them on the trip between Huntsville and North Bay. Some of the scenery looked like Group of Seven paintings, as well it should, I soon found out. And I rediscovered Emily Carr who had been held up as a bit of a heroine during my schooling in Victoria, BC.

Canada, 2008

It seemed like these places were a long way apart. In January we were on the beach at Palm Harbor, Florida, and last weekend we drove through one of the biggest snowstorms of the winter on our way to North Bay, Ontario. Oddly, North Bay itself didn't have much of the storm, which mostly took place around Toronto. Apparently places as far south as Columbus, Ohio, were blanketed in snow, and the storm gradually moved East and finally hovered over the Maritime provinces on Sunday.
The snow began as we were leaving Jackie and Eric Whitesel's place in Lake Orion, just north of Detroit and continued and worsened as we crossed the border at Sarnia and wended our way past London, Toronto, and north past Barrie. We almost got stuck behind a Canadian Tire semi at a rest stop, but he finally got himself going and we plowed through a pile of snow in his wake.
(Marsha writes:) PS: On Saturday we drove (all day!) through one of the harshest blizzards they've had in Canada in decades. We just held onto the steering wheel and trundled through the wind and snow and ice packed road, thinking this is what the brave Canadians have to deal with normally. We got to Huntsville before giving up, leaned into the wind to reach the motel door, and then from our cozy room we looked out the window and watched the snow blow sideways across the parking lot. (We also viewed the storm from the swimming pool for a while. That was pretty strange. The pool was nice and warm, with big windows looking onto piles of snow and a driving blizzard.) The next day the sun was out and all the news was about the storm and the huge amount of snow. Sometimes ignorance is bliss!! For us, I think it happens often.
We decided to stop at a Motel 6 in Huntsville, 75 miles south of our destination. I had been hearing all along that tomorrow (Sunday) was to be sunny in North Bay, and indeed it was. In Huntsville, too, so we set our clocks forward and headed for the Capital Center in North Bay where we arrived to do our 2 o'clock show around noon.
The show, "La Manche," went well and we headed back to our Motel 6 for Sunday evening dinner at Kelsey's. But, had we known we were driving through such a memorable storm, who knows? Would we have given up.

February in the Great North

February, and it’s time for the Northern swing. Shows this month are in Michigan, where the van is plugged into the Veach’s house in Jackson. For a week, George and Kathy went to Florida and I “sat” their house, and kept their two cats company. Also Ohio and Illinois, but mostly Michigan and Indiana. First show was cancelled (Bremen, IN) because of the threat of a flood in the high school. Pain.
There was a big snow night on the Tuesday in Tecumseh; they informed me that last year the February show was practically snowed out, and that was me and Marsha. So, we bring snow to Michigan. Hah. Anyway, I never made it back to Jackson because the next night was in downtown Cincinnati at the Traveler’s. I just climbed into the bed in the camper and tried to keep warm. Eventually i had to put my clothes back on as well as the pointed hair hat that Marsha had knitted for Eric (see Lake Orion.) I drove part way back after the show, spent a few hours at a Flying J, and completed the journey about 7 a.m. Saturday, I’m off to Grand Rapids to do a show for the Hope Foundation. Lots of children in the audience, which is both positive and unusual.
After the show I drove to Jackie and Eric Whitesel’s in Lake Orion, north of Detroit. They have newish dog, Border Collie obviously, called Ruby. She is a great watch dog, threatened to tear me up at the door last night, but also very smart. Knows tricks like rolling over and balancing a bikky on her nose then flipping it up and catching it in mid-air. And here is Eric in his pointy hair hat talking to Marsha the creator of same on the telephone.
Sunday is a day off, so we all went to Wholefood, where the hair hats were appreciated and stroked, and we bought cheese and meat and Gluewein (glow wine, mulled wine in a bottle) and now we are lying around snoring.
Jim Whitesel is taking up a career in filmmaking, so we are alll discussing how he might do this. Do courses at college, or go of to Los Angeles and get into the business at entry level. He has some pretty good stuff on You Tube. (see clip below.)
There is snow on the ground, but it rained this morning and it definitely beginning to thaw. Next shows are up I-75: Frankenmuth and Midland. Then it’s off to Indianapolis and Chicago. The beat goes on.
In March we will do the Ontario tour, starting in North Bay. That will be a trip.

It's a Brand New Year

Christopher and Ayden La Celle.

We had a busy time over Christmas and New Years: Marsha’s three children and seven grandchildren all gathered in Bossier City. Lupita came with husband Matt from Moses Lake, Washington and their three sons, Jacob, Christopher and Jordan. Jacob will be graduating from High School this year and looking for a baseball scholarship to college.


Jun came with husband Mike from Portland, Oregon where they are doctors and cancer researchers. Baby Ayden is just a few months old and was the hit of the season, naturally.

Matt and Mike explored their old stamping grounds and a bunch of us went to the Poulan Weedeater Independence Bowl (isn’t that a contradiction?) where two teams which had managed as many wins as losses during the recent football season battled with one another for some kind of bragging rights. It was a once in a lifetime experience. I mean that.

Marsha’s brother Dick came from San Antonio with Phyllis and their son/ grandson Nate, and we celebrated Dick’s 60th birthday and our 25th Wedding Anniversary (Nov. 28th, but we were on the road) and New Years Eve, too. Also, Grandpa LaCelle and wife Alice came from Albuquerque for a few days and stayed with most everybody over at Shelly, Timothy, Ryan and Emily's place. And a great time was had by all.

On Christmas Day we talked on the transatlantic blower to my sister Fiona in Highgate, London. She and Gerald were hosting a family Christmas dinner: my daughter Justine, the author of the recently released “Spin the Bottle,”
(see Tin Press) her husband Hugh, my brother Peter and wife Joan from the Gold Coast of Australia. We vowed that we would spend next Christmas in blighty.

We began the Travelogue season in Florida, which is nice in midwinter. Soon we’ll be in the frozen north and we are reading about all the chilly weather which is prevalent in places like Michigan, at the moment. Oh well.



The Fire God!




Singing around the campfire, Geneva, Florida.
Note: The two bottom pictures can be glued together so that Janet's legs form the connecting point.

In Florida we spend one day at the beach near Palm Harbor where our old friend Bunny Coppock lives; and we spent a couple of days near Orlando where Janet Williams from Unadilla Forks, New York (Marsha’s home village), was staying with her son, longtime Florida denizen, Duane. The highlight there (well, there were the oysters, too) was an evening with the fire god at Duane’s place. We got to sing and meet new people and we hope to be back in Florida in January next year.