PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

All around the heads of the pawns the rhetoric swirled. The Kings and Queens and lesser royalty had their own strategy in mind, but the pawns knew nothing of that. They only knew that they were being promised many things by both the Black and the White.

How to know which, if either, were telling the truth?

The knights were sent to battle, the Bishops were sent to pray. The Castles were besieged and knocked off the playing field.

It was left to the pawns to clean up the battlefield, and wonder if anyone had won.

1950’s Halloween

RDP Tuesday: Dead

Old English dēad, of Germanic origin: related to Dutch dood and German tot, also to die1.


Most of my flowers are dead.  I have one Gerber Daisy that is valiantly standing against the cold.  Only my marigolds are still hardy and glowing in the morning sun.

I don’t like dead.  Having ceased to live.

It amazes me that Halloween is now second only to Christmas in money spent on decorations, parties, and so forth. I’d much rather celebrate life.

Back in the ancient days of my childhood, Halloween was a fun time of dressing up in homemade costumes and raiding the neighborhood for treats.  Back then, people would give us homemade cookies and other homemade treats like popcorn balls.  No one worried about it.  It was just fun.

Our costumes ran to ghosts running around in old sheets; pirates, gypsies, clowns, and the occasional mummy. It was fairly cold by the end of October in Minneapolis, so you wanted a warm jacket  incorporated into your costume.

There were no stores that set up just for Halloween. If you bought a costume, you probably didn’t live in our neighborhood.  The most decorative we were in our school classrooms was black and orange crepe paper strips twisted and tacked to the ceiling.

This could have been my crowd  on Halloween in the 1950’s:

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Because we lived in a heavily populated  neighborhood, no one piled their kids into the van and took them to developments where the pickings were better.

We’ve lived in this house for over 24 years, and I think we may have seen  three trick-or-treaters in all that time. There aren’t a lot of little kids in our neighborhood, and the houses are just far enough apart that no one brings their kids here.  They all head closer into downtown, where there are developments in which the houses nearly touch each other; lots of duplexes, and a few apartment buildings that brace for the onslaught of various witches, warlocks, and vampires. all closely guarded by vigilant parents.

Well, time passes and things change.  Not everything in the 1950’s was ideal, but Halloween was much more innocent, a lot more fun, and a lot less expensive then. I miss it.

RDP:  Dead

Fun? Really?

RDP Saturday – Drench

Old English drencan ‘force to drink,’ drenc ‘a drink or draft,’ of Germanic origin; related to German tränken(verb), Trank (noun), also to drink.

drench (v.) c. 1200, “to submerge, sink; drown, kill by drowning,” from Old English drencan “give drink to, ply with drink, make drunk; soak, saturate; submerge, …


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Not very attractive, is it?  This guy is drenched (drunk).  This is a sense of the word drench  that I didn’t know. I just always thought of it as being soaked with some liquid or the other, but on the outside–not with alcohol on the inside.  Makes sense though.

I looked through some pretty awful pictures  before I decided to use this one.  The thing I don’t understand is that the people looked absolutely miserable, yet they’ll do the same thing all over again the next chance they get.

They tell me it’s fun.

It doesn’t look like fun.

RDP: Drench


Why are they called Sliders?


Old English slīdan (verb); related to sled and sledge1. The noun, first in the sense ‘act of sliding,’ is recorded from the late 16th century.


I’ve always wondered why those little burgers are called sliders, so I’m being lazy today and just leaving you with a link, in case you’re interested.  Here’s one possible explanation:


RDP: Slide

Not Exactly a Teepee

The two tall, sun-darkened men gazed upward toward the light.

“Did you ever see a teepee like that, Brother?”

Klah (Left-handed) smiled. “Is that what it means?  That pictures a teepee?”

“I think so,” replied Naalnish (He Works).

They walked through the building,  a museum dedicated to the American Indian. Interesting, sometimes beautiful displays  caught their interest. Much thought and study had gone into creating the museum. Still. . .

“How can they put our Spirit into a building?  What about the outdoors?  Coyote, elk,  buffalo, snake? Our people?”

“They mean well, Klah. They’ve done their best. It is an honor.”

Flag-Wavin’ American

RDP Tuesday: Flag

mid 16th century: perhaps from obsolete flag ‘drooping,’ of unknown ultimate origin.


“I’m just a flag-wavin’ American,” say the words of an old song.  I really was born on the 4th of July, so the flag and all the rest that goes with independence day are very important to me.  I’m proud of my flag, love to see it waving against a clear blue sky.  It makes me thankful to have been born in America, just a couple of years after WWII was ended. Image result for American Flag

Sadly, I’m afraid we’ve lost some of the old-fashioned patriotism in the years since then. There has been so much political ugliness over the years.  There was a time, and I remember it, when a Presidential election having been won or lost, you just got on with the business of living, working, and enjoying the freedoms this country offers. Since those rather idyllic days, it seems no election is really over.  The name-calling, accusations and counter-accusations continue, and are exacerbated by a media always willing to throw fuel on any fire.

I know that many of you who read this today also love your own countries, and are proud of your flags.  That is as it should be. Contrary to the thinking of those who want a one-world government, patriotism is a good and positive thing.  My patriotism is not generated by a need to dominate any other country, but to love and enjoy the privileges of America.

I find it appalling that anyone is offended by the American flag IN AMERICA!  Why did you come here if you despise my flag and everything it represents?  I don’t understand, never will. After all, you are living sheltered under the American flag; you came here to enjoy the same freedoms I do; what can your objection be, unless you hope to turn America into the same thing you left?

Any country’s flag is its banner of identification. All participating nations’ flags are honored, for instance, at the Olympics. As they should be. Loyalty to that flag, love of country, love of one’s homeland, is a wonderful thing.

I love my flag.

RDP: Flag


High Hopes


early 16th century: from French lustre, from Italian lustro, from the verb lustrare, from Latin lustrare ‘illuminate.’


I have a specific use of this word in mind, best illustrated by the first definition I found:

a gentle sheen or soft glow, especially that of a partly reflective surface.
“the luster of the Milky Way”


How I wanted to try Lustre-Creme Shampoo!  That was back before I understood that commercials were not to be trusted.  You have to be borne with nice, thick, glossy hair. If you don’t already have it, no shampoo is going to create it for you.  But I didn’t realize that back then, and I just knew Lustre-Creme  would give me bouncy, shiny, thick movie-star hair.

Then one day we happened to stay overnight with friends, and on their bath tub shelves was a jar of —–you got it——Lustre-Creme!  Our hostess had said we were welcome to use whatever we needed!  So I soaped up, and it really did give me a nice, rich lather that took a bit of rinsing–my hair was maybe shoulder-length.

I set my hair as usual, and went to bed with visions of Hollywood hair in my head.

Imagine my shock when my same old hair showed up.  Clean, yes.  Fairly shiny, yes.  But still not bouncy, holding the style perfectly, still not thick.


And so I became a cynic where TV commercials were involved, and have remained so ever since.  There’s an ad I see now and then in which the model swirls her hair in this glossy fan, not one hair falling out of place.  Phooey.  No product can create that.  You have to be born with that hair.

Still, maybe I should give it a try. . . . .

RDP:  Lustre