Friday, October 21, 2016

How Mom Met Dad - EV Melotte

Well, at least we know that the Packers can beat a high school team. I shouldn't say that as there really are 10 teams worse the the Bears . . .but then again they are not using their back up back up QB.

Actually I believe at least short term Lacy going down helped the Packers start to think outside the box a little.  All I know is that the 2nd half of the game last night was one of the most entertaining halves I've seen is a while.


I've been obsessing on learning WordPress and Themes and and dealing with Hosts and cPanals and nobody can speak English when I have problems. It's been a nightmare. One of those learning experiences where you don't know what you don't know and cannot visualize what is supposed to be happening and the customer support is in India and named Fernando who SEEMS to work 24 hours a day and only answers half the question.  

This morning I try to log into my admin and I can't because there is no record of my email address so I can't reset the password.   sigh!    Come on - I was on the site all day yesterday!!!   I contact them this morning and tell them there is no record of my email address and they say "OK we will reset your password".   sigh



It all started on a Saturday evening in October 1945, at a dance.  I was there with a young man named Bill.  I was seventeen.  At about 9:00 o’clock, Bill said “Evie I’d like you to meet my cousin, Dev Melotte.”  I turned and saw my husband.  I’m not speaking of a decision made, or love at first sight, or anything romantic.  It was a prosaic recognition.   I recognized him as “my husband” exactly as I would have recognized him if we had been married for ever and he had just come back into the room.  I knew with absolute certainty that he would be my husband, and I was only surprised to find I was going to marry a man shorter than I was.

I said “Hi,” and he said “May I have this dance?” and from then on he monopolized me the whole evening.  He claimed every dance that I would allow and cut in on every other partner.  While we danced he did his best to convince me that Bill was a good friend, but no sort of man for a young girl like me to be alone with, so I should dump Bill and let Dev escort me safely home.  When we sat out a dance  Bill was on one side of me, Dev was on the other, and it was Dev’s arm across the back of my chair.  He talked steadily, demanding all of my attention with jokes, Air Force anecdotes, compliments, nonsense, and questions.  He bought me soft drinks and snacks.  He made a date with me for lunch the following day.  Sometime during the evening he slipped his car keys to a friend and asked him to drive his car back to Fort.  That, of course, left him stranded so he had to bum a ride home with Bill and me and on the way he talked Bill into taking me home first.  When Bill walked me to my door, Dev came along.

The next day he picked me up for lunch at 11:30.  At 2:00 he asked me to marry him.  I said, “Don’t be silly, we haven’t known each other for twenty-four hours yet!”  He said “Okay, I’ll wait.”

We spent all afternoon riding around the countryside, talking and laughing.  We sat on the grass in parks, talking and laughing.  We drank chocolate malts in a little ice cream parlor, talking and laughing.  I found I was hardly stuttering at all.  I was too busy trying to keep up with the rapid-fire changes of subject, and answering questions, and laughing and when I did stutter, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.  He seemed to feel it was a rather charming idiosyncrasy, like a French accent, or a Southern drawl.

We went to the Edgewater for a late supper.  As he was nursing a last cup of coffee and I was finishing my second dessert, he looked at his watch.  He said “It’s 9:00 o’clock.  We’ve known each other for twenty-four hours.  Will you marry me?”  I looked across the table at him for a moment.  I knew I was going to marry him.  Why not acknowledge it now?  I said, “yes.”

We agreed that we wouldn’t marry until he was discharged from the Air Force and I had graduated from High School, and we were both settled in jobs and had found a place to live.  We would have a very private church ceremony with our two best friends as attendants and only the three available parents as guests.

For two more days we were together from school let-out time until midnight.  Then he went back to his base in Biloxi, Mississippi and we wrote to each other daily.

Meanwhile, the situation at my home grew steadily more turbulent.  My brother and two half-brothers had discarded all civilized controls and were the talk of the town.  They were engaged in criminal activities and the police were sure of it but had no proof yet.  My mother was so mentally disturbed as to be almost non-functional.  To protect her son, she covered for all of them, and expected me to do the same.  The police had come to my classroom to pull me out for questioning; school had been unbearable for me after that, and I’d finally dropped out.

I told Dev in my letters that it was bad, but I didn’t tell him how bad.

Dev was discharged in February of 1946.  He dropped off his luggage at his home and came directly to mine.  He spent perhaps fifteen minutes taking in the situation and then piled me into the car and drove to the Jefferson County Courthouse to see how one went about marrying a minor.

Dev’s parents objected to our plans so strongly that they refused to attend the ceremony.  My grandfather forbade the marriage and when I refused he disowned me.  My mother didn’t care one way or the other, but felt that a wedding, particularly a church wedding, was inappropriate at that time, considering all the family problems.  She certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with it, and suggested that we should go out-of-state and be married by a Justice of the Peace.

In two and half weeks we had gotten the license, found jobs, located a one-room apartment and been married in the Methodist Church in Elkhorn.

I wore a suit-dress of light blue crepe.  It had a slim skirt and a peplumed jacked closed with about thirty tiny self-covered buttons and self-fabric loops.  It was a size 4 and I had to stuff an entire pair of stockings into the cups of my size 30 AA “training” bra to give me enough  shape to make the dress hang right.  I had a corsage of a white rose and baby’s breath.  The marriage was witnessed by our attendants.  There were no guests.

I was very calm until the minister said, “Evelyn, will you take this man…” when something in my brain exploded into blind panic.  (“Oh my God what am I doing, this is for life, I’m too young---.)”  I may have made some tiny move backward, or maybe Dev just sensed the panic.  We always did walk in and out of each other’s minds as if they were adjoining rooms.  Instantly, Dev’s hand clamped around my wrist, hard, and that steadied me.  The panic left as suddenly as it had come.  The minister was saying, “…as long as you both shall live?”  I looked at Dev, and I said “I will.”

I don’t remember anything else until we were standing outside man, and wife.

Many years later I found that the best man had told the maid of honor, “I give that marriage six months.”  She had replied, “you’re an optimist.  I give it no more than six weeks.”

It lasted until death did us part, thirty-nine years later.  It wasn’t always an easy marriage, but it was never, never dull.  Often I wished it were a little duller.  Sometimes I thought how pleasant it would be to be divorced and live out my remaining years in quiet, restful dullness.  But never, not for a moment, did I ever regret marrying him.


Reading the above for me was interesting.  My first date with DJ I knew instantly that she was the woman I would marry. Without a doubt, 100% sure of it.  I waited 1 year until I asked.

DJ and I were married in Las Vegas at The Little Chapel of the West.  I remember everything of that day. Record high temp, Eddie the Limo driver and his broken down limo (with no air conditioning).

We were staying at The Rio and I remember sitting there with my new wife in one of their bars thinking how surreal it was.  I even remember the bowl of mixed nuts on the table. What a waste of brain cells. I'm sure there are more important things I have forgotten yet I remember nuts?

Marrying DJ was the best gamble of my life and I have never ever regretted this bet (there are a few gambles I HAVE regretted* LOL)

* There is one horrific bad beat where DJ said I turned white and almost fainted.  Once a long time ago there was a Bear game.  I told DJ that all the Bears had to do was kneel down on the 20 yard line and win by 9 and a very very bad nightmare day would not be SO bad.

Instead of kneeling they ran the ball up the middle, fumbled and the other team picked the ball up, ran for 80 yards for a meaningless touchdown as time expired.  The Bears still won by 2 but me and my fellow team of wagerers were left gasping for air.  This was when I and The Goddess had a 1-900 service in Football America selling picks from my Bridgejumper system.  THAT was a weird time for sure. It involved a shark asking me if I wanted to move to Haiti and help him open a casino.

Haiti?  ummmmm   no.

But I digress.

Have a great weekend


Tuesday, October 18, 2016

My First Job - EV Melotte

Talked to Elwood for the first time yesterday since The Ride home.  Told him Madison had about an inch of rain and Columbus about 1/3 of an inch.  He was as unbelieving as I was.


Seems Columbus will have another brew pub.  Council (I got home at 10:45 last night) gave it's last "normal" Malt Beverage license to Dubs Brew which will go into Todd Frey's old building on 140 N. Dickason.


Bistro Racian is getting closer to opening in the old Mama Mia's place

Latest simulations for The Election have Clinton with a 88.6% chance of winning and The Senate a 73.8% chance of turning Democrat. Feingold has a 94% chance of winning in Wisconsin.  Of course now the Republicans say they will block ANYBODY Clinton chooses for Supreme Court.   sigh!


Netflix now has 86 million subscribers.  I started watching Narcos a chronicled look at the criminal exploits of Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar." on Netflix.  Sort of an eye opener on the 70s cocaine situation.


Alabama has a not completed Nuclear Power plant up for sale if anyone is interested. Maybe some evil scientist might consider it for experiments?  Only $36 million.        


My First Job - EV Melotte

I was always one of the first on the bus and almost always sat in the window seat, right side, second row back.  I could see the driver’s profile.  Morning and night, that whole summer, I never saw him change his deadpan expression.  I don’t think he liked his job much.

At Borgs I was given a hairnet to wear at all times, and warned that I was never to try to guess what top-secret item I was making, and never ever to talk about what I did.  Then I was seated at an assembly line, given a needle nose tweezers and shown how to place several minute and delicate wheels and cogs into what was obviously a tiny clockworks.  “Ah,” I thought.  “Timers for bombs.  Probably incendiary.”  I never talked about my job except to say I was on an assembly line.  “Oh,” people said, “Timers for incendiary bombs.”  So much for secrecy.

We all hated hairnets, but I put mine on as I entered the building, and didn’t take it off until I left it.  I was very obedient in those days.  Many of the younger women only put them on when the forewoman ordered them to, and pulled them off as soon as she walked away.  One day a young woman whose long beautiful hair I had much admired got her hair caught in the spinning shaft of her machine.  It was way across the big room from me, but we all heard the screams and saw the commotion over there.  I heard later that she’s lost a couple inches of her scalp.  I expect it was exaggerated, but I never saw her again.

It was on that assembly line that I first discovered that I was far-sighted.  By the end of each day we all had headaches, but everybody else was leaning nose down toward the belt to focus their eyes, while I was leaning way back at arm’s length trying to focus mine.

I earned sixty cents an hour that summer.  I seem to remember that my take-home pay was just about twenty-two dollars.  Each week I had gave my mother five dollars of that for room and board, gave the coal yard ten dollars of it to pay off the family’s much overdue coal bill, put five dollars away for school clothes and supplies, and had about two dollars left for wild spending.
I don’t remember enough about that job to know how I felt about it, but I know I felt a lot of satisfaction at earning my own money, even if I didn’t keep much of it.

wo dollars.  Each week I have my mother five dollars of that for room and board, gave the coal yard ten dollars of it to pay off the family’s much overdue coal bill, put five dollars away for school clothes and supplies, and had about two dollars left for wild spending.

I don’t remember enough about that job to know how I felt about it, but I know I felt a lot of satisfaction at earning my own money, even if I didn’t keep much of it.



The last 11 touring elephants from Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus kicked off their retirement in Florida on Friday with a buffet brunch of carrots, apples, celery, loaves of bread and lots of hay. (May 6)

Monday, October 17, 2016

Worst drive ever.

I've had my drivers license for about 46 years. I would call myself a very good conservative yet aggressive driver (meaning I typically don't take chances).  I've never had a moving violation (that I can remember)  and have never been involved in an accident although I have had a few non-moving violations.

I attribute this to literally thousands and thousands of hours of driving/racing/Need for Speed/NASCAR style computer game. They have taught me to always be looking 2 steps ahead of your surroundings when driving.

Yet Saturday night will go down as one of my top three worst driving experiences in my life.

Every 2 weeks I bring Elwood up to Columbus to feed him and hang out.  We have been friends literally all my life.  During the flood in Columbus that created Grinders Island he was stuck at my house.  During the blizzard a few years ago I could not get him home and he was stuck at my house.

Saturday night we watched the Badger game and as we were packing the car with his landscaping stuff, shovels and boots and so forth there was lightning.  I looked on the radar and commented it was going to be an exciting ride to Madison.  Little did I know how exciting it would be.

As we turned onto 151 it started to rain with bright flashes of lightning.  By the time we were nearing "V" it was raining hard and I had slowed down to 60 and lightning was getting brighter.

By the time were were nearing the truck driving school I was in a line of 4 cars going 45 and having trouble seeing the road.  There a car ahead of me was helping but I was getting some serious road rage because every 5 seconds he was putting on the breaks and blinding me.  Get your freaking foot off the freaking break.

Then he slowed to the 30s and I passed him going 40mph and before I knew it I was alone and blind. I was now going about 35 and thinking about pulling over but I seriously could not see the side of the road.  Plus if I did pull over someone would just read end me thinking I was on the road.

I've always said I could drive 151 blind and here was my test.  I honestly could not see ANYTHING.

Then a scene that is burned into my brain and I will never forget.  A HUGE bolt of lightning hits in front of us, maybe a mile away, and for a brief second I see the road and we both laughed nervously.

So there were going 35 and every 5 seconds I could see a faint faint line on the right side of the road. The storm seemed to be right over 151 and we could not drive out of it.  As we neared Sun Prairie I was worried I might accidentally veer off to an exit.  I was still the only car visible as we slowly moved along.

Surly once we got past SP it would let up. I never saw one exit.  As we were going past Woodmans (I assumed) some more cars were coming onto the road but I was the fast mover at 45 now and had no idea what lane I was in.  I have never ever seen rain like this while driving.  It was literally a white out with rain.

Coming down that final hill towards Madison Elwood and I both said at the same time . . ."Where is Madison"  it was completely dark.  We both felt once we got past the interstate we could relax, go slow under the street lights . . . .but no.

Going past East Town a car on my right hit water and spun sideways.  Elwood blurted out "F*ck did you see that?"  I didn't mention that even in a Subaru none of my wheels were touching pavement at that moment.  I stayed in what I felt was the middle lane.  Going past Rockies a car on the left hit water and basically stopped.  I honestly could not see the sides of East Washington. It was worse then the highway.

Elwood lives on that motel/apartments next to Zimbrick VW so I either turn left at the Full House intersection (151&51) or turn at the next left.  I could not see ANY exit. Those two turn lanes were invisible and I was worried about hitting that middle section. All I could see were the GO lights. I could not see the side of the road to turn and had to go down to the next stoplight and I eased left hoping I would not hit the curb. It was CRAZY.  Worst driving conditioned I have seen EVER in "summer".

I got him home. What normally tales exactly 60 minutes there and back took 1:45 hours.  Going back was still a little iffy with drunk, wet and sad Badger fans.

I would have pulled over and stopped at numinous times if I would have known where the road was.

Oddly when I got home and started looking for rain reports I was underwhelmed. Only about an inch but we must have been in a 2 inch per hour rain fall the entire way.


The power outage Saturday night

 "ATC’s substation at the Academy experienced a ‘line trip and reclose’ due to the thunderstorms." 

It rebooted my weather station which was sad.

Columbus gained 24 people last year 0.4% but up 1.3% since 2014.

The DOT is in preliminary talks about replacing Hwy89 from The Kurth to Avalon in 2021. Looking at what would have to be done underground and so forth.  Don't hold your breath but at least it's penciled in for 2021 (very light pencil I bet).  


I was taking DJ to the emergency room a few years ago with a broken ankle when I stopped to take this photo of a beautiful stonewall in the rain.

Here she is when we got back.

That night I caught a very bad cold and the next day we decided to head home from vacation 4 days early.  On the way home a truck kicked up a rock and busted our windshield.

I got a lot of great photos for the one day were in Door County that year.

I actually call this one "Broken Ankle Birch" and I swear this was the photo that produced my "I'm puttin' you down COLD".

Rain is awesome for photographing fall colors.

The first day of the vacation with no rain.  One of the holes at Alpine Golf Course