The Bartlett School continues – Part 6 of 6 – 2/4/2019


The storm let up as fast as it began. “Thanks George,” Carl muttered. “Carl!”, George offered kindly, “It never rains but it pours. Now the sun’s out doing it’s best to shine!” Oh God, he thought, that’s pushing it. I must be losing my edge. “So, Jan? How’re you making out?” He’d never said anything so damn suggestive in his life. “I mean are you ok? Do you want to freshen up at your hotel?” “No, she offered, I’m just a little damp thanks. I’ll be fine.” “OK! Then let’s get back. I’d say it’s almost lunch time! I’m famished.” “Uh Oh! I gotta run. I’m on the lunch committee!” spouted Carl, as he trundled off as fast as his new shoes could carry him. What a guy! Mused George. “Didn’t know they were offering a free lunch. Should we partake Madame?” George almost wanted to take his life. Partake? I’m losing it, he sighed. Jan yet again smiled sweetly and offered her arm. “What Ho! Here we go!”, he almost died.

“George! and Jan!” what a lovely couple. I swear Stephen had a bad case of hoof and mouth disease. He just never stopped. “May I offer you both a lovely pate? I made it last night. It’s my very own recipe.” He glowed, “Its just divine!.” Just what the doctor ordered, George mused. A little strange mashed meat with a touch of who knows. “Don’t mind if I do!” George smiled as he lightly selected a cracker with a minimal of “Pate” on the top. “And you Madame?” as he pushed the plate almost to Jan’s poor face. “UH!” She politely stepped back. “I’m Vegan, but thanks so much, I’m sure it’s lovely.” “Well!” George interjected, “Let’s take a look.” They slid over the table full of goodies. “Jan, here’s what looks like a real nice salad. How’s about I make a plate for you. Dressing?” he offered. “Um no! No please George, just plain thanks.” She smiled sheepishly. “You on a diet?” George questioned. “No! You’re perfect!” At that George decided that silence was golden as he went about making himself a plate. Man cannot live on love alone, he thought. Geezzz, bread George! Bread.

“OK! Ladies and Gentlemen! We’ll have a lovely lunch, thanks to Carl and his crew.” spouted our illustrious leader. “At precisely one p.m. we’ll gather in the main foyer.” He then made a military about-face and left the room. Looking at his watch George determined they had 45 minutes. “Time flies when you’re having fun”, he murmured. “Pardon George?” “Oh, just looking at the time Jan. Just looking at the time. We have lots of time.” “Come George let’s sit.” She whispered as she motioned to the couch. “Here, let me refill your salad. Nice cup of tea?” “That would be nice. Just a little lemon please.”  As Jan made her way to the couch George happily busied himself with her order.

“OH! MY GOD!” came from across the room. Everyone stopped and looked. George stood there stunned. Who could this be?

“Jan! My lovely! My adorably beautiful sweetheart!” as he swung across the room. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you so my darling!” If faces could drop George’s was on the floor. His heart sank. His shoulders dropped, his knees almost gave way and if God could have struck him with a bolt of lightning, he wouldn’t have felt a thing. He was numb. As the gushing continued, he could faintly see a glimmer of angst in Jan’s face. Hope he thought. “George!” Jan cried. “This is my good friend Paul from the Shaw.” All George could utter was “Oh”. “Come George, please sit down here next to me”, she motioned. For what seemed like hours George couldn’t move. FEET! George Feet! He reminded himself. NOW!

The next 20 minutes or so seemed like hours. They ate, drank and HE chatted. Seems Jan knew him well from The Shaw. They were great buddies. Jan filled him in. She’d understudied a few roles and had some bit parts. Paul had helped her out in bad times. “Oh Paul” she interrupted, “I really should introduce you to George.” Yes, she really should, he muttered. “Paul? This is George. We’ve been long-lost friends for years and hopefully for many more years to come.” “Hi George.” “Hi Paul” said George, as he gazed into Jan’s eyes. Many, many more years to come.

©J.E.Goldie 2/4/2019

“We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.” Leonard Cohen




The Remarkable – Allan Sherman!


Nov 30, 1924 – Nov 20, 1973 (age 48)

I decided to introduce you to Allan Sherman. My first introduction was listening to “Hello Mudda, Hello Faddah” which has us in hysterics as teens in the 60’s. I myself had a copy of the record above. To this day I think he was a genious. He put the funniest lyrics to classical music. I hope that after you hear a couple of his songs on this page, you’ll seek out more of his repertoire. You won’t regret it. By all accounts he went out laughing as he entertained some house guests 😊

A little about the man from Wiki

“Allan Sherman was an American comedy writer, television producer, singer and actor who became famous as a song parodist in the early 1960s. His first album, My Son, the Folk Singer, became the fastest-selling record album up to that time. His biggest hit single was “Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh”, a comic novelty in which a boy describes his summer camp experiences to the tune of Ponchielli’s Dance of the Hours.” – Wikipedia

Sherman was born in Chicago, to Percy Copelon and Rose Sherman. Percy was an auto mechanic and race car driver who, like his son, suffered from obesity, and died while attempting a 100-day diet. Sherman’s parents divorced when he was in grade school, and the son adopted his mother’s maiden name. Due to his parents constantly moving to new residences, he attended over a dozen public schools in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Miami. He attended the University of Illinois. -Wikipedia-


 In his final years, Sherman’s alcoholism and weight gain caused severe deterioration of his health; he later developed diabetes and struggled with lung disease. In 1966, his wife Dee filed for divorce and received full custody of their son and daughter. -Wikipedia-

Sherman lived on unemployment benefits for a time and moved into the Motion Picture and Television Hospital for a short time to lose weight. He died of emphysema at his home in West Hollywood at age 48. -Wikipedia-


Well that’s just a taste of many. I hope you enjoyed them.





The Bard – aka William Shakespeare


The word “bard” means poet. Bards were traveling poets in medieval times, who made a living performing and telling stories. Shakespeare’s plays can be grouped into three categories:

  • Comedies – Well known comedies include: A Midsummer Nights Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, and As You Like It.

  • Tragedies – Some popular tragedies are: Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Macbeth, and Hamlet.

  • Histories – Some of his best histories would be Richard III, Henry IV, Henry V, and Henry VI.

One thing that set him apart from other playwrights was the way he would combine parts of all three categories, so his tragedies would have comic relief and comedies would have some serious parts. This was something that had not been done before that time.

Part of the genius that is Shakespeare was the fact that his work appealed to everyone, from kings to peasants. More than 400 years have passed since his birth, and his plays are still being read and performed all over the world.

 Shakespeare had influence in shaping the English language more than anyone has ever done. Over 2000 new words and phrases were created by him, including: football, schoolboy, mimic, upstairs, downstairs, shooting star, and partner.

There are many famous quotes of Shakespeare that have lasted through time that most educated people know. These show how he is still influencing our lives today:

  • “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” (Romeo and Juliet)

  • “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” (Hamlet)

  • “Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!” (Macbeth)

  • “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

  • “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” (Sonnet 18)

  • “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” (As You Like It)

Most of Shakespeare’s sonnets are constructed of three quatrains, or four-line stanzas, and end with a couplet (two lines). This makes up the 14-line sonnet.

The rhythm of each line is iambic pentamiter In English, to have a certain rhythm in a poem, you use a combination of stressed and unstressed syllables. Iambic is two syllables; the first is not stressed, but the second is accented. Each set of two syllables is called a foot, and five feet make up a pentameter. So each line of a Shakespearean sonnet has ten syllables.  Courtesy of


Between 1593 and 1594, theatres in London were closed because of the plague. During this period Shakespeare wrote two famous narrative poems. …Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets in total. We don’t know who they are addressed to, or even if they were all written about the same person.


There is much written about The Bard and the meaning between his lines. As any writer knows it is usually up to the reader to make it there own.

One of my favourite Sonnets is Sonnet 29.

When, in disgrace with fortune

and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast


And trouble deaf heaven with

my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse

my fate,

Wishing me like to one more

rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him

with friends possessed,

Desiring this man’s art and

that man’s fate,

With what I most enjoy

contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself

almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and

then my state,

Like to the lark at break of

day arising

From sullen earth sings hymns

at heaven’s gate

For thy sweet love

remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to

change my state with kings.

William Shakespeare

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Peggy’s Good-bye


Zinnia for remembrance


Peggy was a beautiful woman in many ways. Not merely in the physical sense. She was strong & stood by her beliefs but never to the detriment of others. In fact, she took up the fight on behalf of others to try to make things better for all those around her. She was one of the bravest women I’ve ever met. Unafraid of new ventures…unafraid of the unknown. In fact, she grasped new challenges with a zest for life. She even grasped the challenge of her final defeat. But physically she could not fight her challenger and we have all lost a wonderful spirit. We can but hold on to the fact that she lived a life that taught us all about the Miracle of the Human Spirit and what it means to grab on to life & make the most of its challenges…

You will remain forever in my Heart & Mind Peggy. We taught each other so many things…I will miss the sharing we had that ran so freely when we talked until the wee hours of the morning…And the Joy I saw in your Heart that flowed through you into those around you. You’re raspy laugh still rings in my ears and your sarcasm could kill.

Peggy its been awhile…its now May & I think of how much you loved to plant the most beautiful flowers & all kinds of Herbs on your balcony which was your Summer haven…We’re planting early this year Peggy…maybe you know that already…I’ve planted Herbs in your honour *smile*…I miss you…


That was 1998…gee time flies…As I write this its April of 1999! Spring & the new flowers are just around the corner…I still think of you Peg…you will always be with me in Spirit…


Peggy its now March 17,2004 so much has changed but I know you would have challenged everything and been very active with your opinions. You’re are still missed, and I know I’d have had you doing these Web Pages had you stayed around ~grin~.

You gave so much of yourself to others…

January 6, 2019

The last time I addressed this letter was 15? years ago, not sure, why I’m returning to it now. Perhaps I’m recognizing my own mortality or maybe because I’ve addressed some of the other exceptional women that I’ve had the privilege to get to know or simply meet. These women touch your spirit. They have a radiance that draws people to them.

There are many exceptional women in this world who touch more lives simply with their presence. They may not be powerful in the common sense of the word, but their power exists. These women may be too busy with life around them to even realize their strength or the kind of positive influence they have on others.

I’ll end this now before it get’s sappy.

But if you’ll allow me, I’ll say another goodbye.

-Til the next time Peg.-


In the Setting Sun,

so warm,

so soft,

so bright…

I saw the Sleeping Daylight,

Slip softly into night,

And learned while I was watching

A lesson I well knew….

You never lose someone you’ve loved,

For they are a part of you.


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The Rainbow Bridge…


rainbow in the clouds.

The Rainbow Bridge is a meadow where animals wait for their humans to join them, and the bridge that takes them all to Heaven, together.

The Rainbow Bridge is the theme of several works of poetry written in the 1980s and 1990s that speak of an other-worldly place where pets go upon death, eventually to be reunited with their owners.


This poem, and like versions, has helped to sooth those of us who have lost our beloved friends. Anyone who has experienced the kind of devotion and unconditional love that only our four-legged friends can offer will surely understand. – J.E.Goldie








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The Snow Goose


The Snow Goose, by Paul Gallico is another Short Story everyone should read. Apparently it wasn’t immediately accepted as it involved a love story between a young girl and an ostricized man. But as effemeral as it may seem, a love story it is. The snow goose is what brings them together in time.

For who can love

so deeply

in the shortness 

of time,


deny the reverie.

©J.E.Goldie  1/5/2019



“The Snow Goose is a simple, short written parable on the regenerative power of friendship and love, set against a backdrop of the horror of war. It documents the growth of a friendship between Philip Rhayader, an artist living a solitary life in an abandoned lighthouse in the marshlands, of  Essex because of his disabilities, and a young local girl, Fritha. The Snow Goose, symbolic of both Rhayader (Gallico) and the world itself, wounded by gunshot and many miles from home, is found by Fritha and, as the human friendship blossoms, the bird is nursed back to flight, and revisits the lighthouse in its migration for several years. As Fritha grows up, Rhayader and his small sailboat eventually are lost in the Dunkirk evacuation, having saved several hundred men. The bird, which was with Rhayader, returns briefly to the grown Fritha on the marshes. She interprets this as Rhayader’s soul taking farewell of her (and realizes she had come to love him). Afterwards, a German pilot destroys Rhayader’s lighthouse and all of his work, except for one portrait Fritha saves after his death: a painting of her as Rhayader first saw her—a child, with the wounded snow goose in her arms.” WIKIPEDIA



Paul William Gallico (July 26, 1897 – July 15, 1976) was an American novelist, short story and sports writer. Many of his works were adapted for motion pictures. He is perhaps best remembered for The Snow Goose, his only real critical success, and for the novel The Poseidon Adventure, primarily through the 1972 film adaptation.



A depiction of the snow goose hovering over Rhayader as he recues the soldiers from the beach


“It was supposed to have appeared at intervals the last days between Dunkirk and La Panne. If you saw it, you were eventually saved. That sort of thing. “

“H’m’m’m,” said Brill-Oudener. “a wild goose. I saw a tamed one. Dashed strange experience. Tragic, in a way, too. 

“Toward six o’clock we sighted a derelict small boat. Seemed to be a chap or body in her. And a bird perched on the rail.”

“We changed our course when we got nearer, and went over for a look-see. By Gad, it was a chap or had been, poor fellow. Machine gunned, you know. Badly. Face down in the water. Bird was a goose, a tame one.”

“We drifted close, but when one of our chaps reached over, the bird hissed at him and near struck at him with her wings. Couldn’t drive it off. “

“When we turned our attention to the derelict again, she was gone. Sunk. Concussion, you know. Chap with her. He must have been lashed to her. The bird got up and was circling. Three times, like a plane saluting. Dashed queer feeling. Then she flew off to the west. Lucky thing for us we went over to have a look, eh? Odd that you should mention a goose.”

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In 1927 a man named Max Ehrmann wrote this poem, which at the time, drew little attention. However, it became hugely popular in the 60’s and 70’s when someone decided to print posters of the poem. Pretty soon it was on the walls of thousands of dorms, bedrooms and homes, including my own. I remember it as being inspirational. It was gifted to anyone and everyone. This is simply my way of bringing it to the attention of all of those people who may have not had the reading privilege.



Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann 1927

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Max Ehrmann 1927