Sunday was All Saints Day, a fairly solemn day in our church when we remember all our congregation members who died over the past year, as well as our own dear departed. I thought how nice it would be to hear my father’s jokes and teasing again, along with my mother’s keen observations and funny stories. I also thought how much fun it would be to scritch our two Welsh Terriers behind the ears again, and see the trouble they might get into. I consider them departed saints, too, no matter how naughty they were.
Who are the departed saints you might like to have a nice conversation with today?
Trail Baboon 
Wow, there are so many! First my son Joel, of course, and my mom and dad. Would like to take a walk with my dad, play a piano duet with my mom, and have a meal with Joel, complete with wine and stories.
Will be back later with more, no doubt. Thanks for this question, Renee.
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I recently discovered this song, All Saints Day, by Carrie Newcomer:
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Lovely. Still miss the Morning Show.
Rest easy, Jim Ed.
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That is a pertinent one, MiG, especially to this group. I look back on all the years of that show, and all the fun it gave me, then I feel so lucky to have had it available to me.
RIP Jim Ed; Dale, Thank you for all you did.
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My parents, especially my dad, would have snorted at the suggestion they were saints. Actually, my dad was the most honorable man I’ve known, but he was also impish and impudent in ways saints rarely are. I loved both of them so well I spent years writing a book about their story. The funny thing is I don’t now feel any need to see them again, although that would be lovely. They “lived” in my head so long that I feel we have no unresolved issues or questions.
The two best dogs in my life were polar opposites. Spook, my first English setter, was amazingly honorable. Spook didn’t misbehave and, in fact, I doubt he ever had an impure thought. My first springer, on the other hand was an uncontrollable, passionate pirate who did not believe in rules or moderation. Guess which one I miss most.
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Oh, the impish saints are the best ones.
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I suppose it’s another example of the Prodigal Son getting the most attention while the well-behaved one is ignored. Old story.
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Even though I didn’t have my own dog, I remember two I lived with briefly – Patsy, and Laddie, who even seemed to remember me when we visited there years later.
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I could use some wisdom from Grandpa today.
Right before his dad’s funeral, my dad told the story of being out in the barn doing the milking. The radio was on, and the news was not good (probably WWII). Grandpa reminded my dad that what was happening was not the final word.
Grandpa had sort an education through 6th grade. But he worked hard, and read a lot.
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Rise and Remember Them, Baboons;
There are so many, especially on Dad’s side, especially my dad. His parents, his aunts and uncles were a bunch to be remembered well. They loved to talk, on and on. I still love to gather with that side of the family. One of my cousins on that side look like my Grandpa. Each time I see him, I have an urge to curl up in his lap and suck my thumb while watching a baseball game.
I miss my Mom’s mother, as well. She was so accomplished in all gardening and housekeeping skills, which kept her family well-fed and cared for during the Great Depression. There is an old voting story about her, too, that is appropriate for this day. Election Day, 1932 Aunt Ruth overheard her parents arguing as they came in the door.
Grandpa: Josie, why did you vote for that Democrat? (Probably that “Damn Democrat).
Grandma: Because, Vernon, we needed a change. I am sorry you can’t see that.
So. There.
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I don’t miss the wisdom of my grandfathers. One, although he was likable, was a sex addict. The other was a grumpy misogynist.
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Grandfathers, like most demographics, are not monolithic.
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I am an odd person in a way. I had only one living grandparent in my lifetime. She fortunately lived a couple thousand miles away. Saw her only three times in my memory. There is a word for her now banned from public use. Also, I have lost no one with whom I had much of a bond. My father no. No problem, we just were opposite people. I understood his world, having fortunately grown up in and I was fortunate to do so. But he had no idea about my world. He did not resent that but knew we had little to talk about. My mother was a difficult person the last 25 years of her 90 year life. We too had little to talk about except her take on American culture, which was full of wisdom, but it was about the same as mine so no wisdom for me. Her death was a release from pain and a muddled mind. Renee is using the word saint I assume in the Lutheran sense, merely a believer. Both of my parents were atheists.
I have lost friends through time and distance. My last close friend in TH was not my friend behind my back. Those moments are painful. My barber and hiking buddy died a couple years ago. He is about all that fits this question. If I had not moved we would have been buddies up to time of his death. He had his calm wisdom. His open acceptance of everyone. He banned bad-mouthing people in his barber shop, where he played MPR music radio.
And the best friend I have ever had, and yes a saint, is leaving me by inches in painful ways.
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Oh, I think I am really meaning anyone we have loved and who loved us and was important to us and us to them
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Baboons, count, of course. I sure miss Edith (Little Jail Bird) here on the trail.
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send to my email(rosalesmaryr83@gmail.com)
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Looks like we’ve just been mooned.
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I don’t that is a saint!
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.Snort!
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Oh my.
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My dad would have to be it. i am over missing him but it would be nice just to sit and shoot the shit again
we ate lunch together for 30 or 40 years and it was good
i don’t have to miss my mom yet but i have to remind myself to be thankful of that. i am impatient and her slow stories and slower. moving from point a to point b make me a better person .
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I would like to have a conversation with each of my grandparents, esp. the grandmas. By the time was old enough to appreciate and be curious about their early lives, one had died and the other had lost her memory.
I would also like to talk with some old friends who have passed over the decades – Denny, Pete, Ed, Sandee, Pat, Judy.
Husband reminded me that what we’d most like to do with Joel is sit in the back Robbinsdale yard with a bonfire and decide how to fix the broken world.
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Husband has been a poll worker all day. I don’t know if he has to stay and count ballots. I texted a pertinent question to him about an hour after he left this morning : “Do you have my keys?” He hasn’t respond all day. I had a spare key to the van so I could get to work. He has grabbed both mine and his before. I sure hope he has them. They are no where to be found at home.
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Oops.
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I’m like tim, over missing most of the dearly departed I know. Our friend, Jon, who passed away last year in September being the one exception I can think of at the moment. I miss Ken, too, though he’s not dead yet, merely wasting away in a locked memory care unit. Though Ken is lost to the world, and, I’m afraid, even to himself, it seems impossible to get grieving over his lost done.
My dad, my mom, my sister and old friends, I spend time with regularly – in my mind. As long as I have a reasonably functioning brain, I’ll continue to visit dear ones and old haunts whenever the urge arises.
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Husband is home. He has my keys. All the ballots are counted.
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I always said that whenever my children went to sleep I forgave them for whatever they had done in the day. Well, I forgive Husband for having my keys as long as he puts them in my purse.
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Unfortunately it looks like ND remains red. Not a surprise, but still. Glad about the keys.
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Hi- I was working at the polls too today. 89.9% turn out. 502 in person (mostly voting Republican it turned out) and 481 early voting.
At least it appears MN will go to Biden.
Only had my own keys. A good crew. We had fun.
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