Goodenough Gismo

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    This is the classic children's book, Goodenough Gismo, by Richmond I. Kelsey, published in 1948. Nearly unavailable in libraries and the collector's market, it is posted here with love as an "orphan work" so that it may be seen and appreciated -- and perhaps even republished, as it deserves to be. After you read this book, it won't surprise you to learn that Richmond Irwin Kelsey (1905-1987) was an accomplished artist, or that as Dick Kelsey, he was one of the great Disney art directors, breaking your heart with "Pinocchio," "Dumbo," and "Bambi."

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In re: Item #4: The journals are on a shelf, a good three and a half feet off the ground.

Although, these days especially, that ain't no guarantee...


Ooh, I think I will take this challenge even though I usually run from memes and even though, as you say, all I ever do on my blog is share random and weird facts about myself!

I was riveted by your list and would like to hear more about each point. Do you have a lot of the poetry you wrote in your 20s? Is it in your journals in David's basement? (Have your family members already read any of your journals? Did you use them when you wrote your book about the 60s?)

Oy on #5, you are amazing, I could NEVER do that. And do you mean the German-language version of "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik?" Either way, it's bizarre for a three-year-old (who the hell taught it to you?). When do we get to hear the MP3?

Randy (Internet Ronin)

OK. I finally finished mine. Biggest problem was sticking to the subject, as I kept wandering off into diversions about others.

BTW, cultural illiterate that I am, I had no idea there were words to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. The closest I can come to your feat is that, at 3, my best friend's mother taught us to sing "Frere Jacques" in French. (I learned that version before the English version.)


There ARE NO words to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik! I was singing the melody! I got it off the record, which my parents played a lot. And it's still in there, even though I don't refresh my memory by listening to it often or anything. I'm whistling it as I write.

I have quite a bit of poetry I wrote in college and right after -- maybe 20, 30 anyway. Most of it is not in my journals, though there is some quasi-poetry in there. I don't think anyone in my family has read any of my journals (they were top secret for a long time) except that I gave my younger sisters and later, nieces the gushy fake-teen ones I wrote when I was 12 and 13 (which record my reaction to "the day the music died" in 1959). I don't think I used them at all to write about the '60s -- that was mostly memory and taped interviews with other people. I'll use them if I ever write about life with Jacques, though -- that's the interesting stuff.


I learned the French words to "Frere Jacques" before the English, too.

Except that, being a kid in the Bronx, I'd thought the words were "Sonny Lay Martinez."

chuck b.

I'm 3 just like you, and I've done 5 too! Weird, huh?


That is weird.


Oy, what an idiot I am, of course you were referring to the Mozart piece--I think my theatre-addled brain was thinking of Sondheim's "A Little Night Music" and imagining you running around singing one of those songs in German!

Wow, your family has such good boundaries. If I were David, I'd be mightily tempted to dip into those journals every time I went downstairs to do laundry. Your comment about your entry from the "day the music died" in 1959 makes me weak in the knees at the thought of all that glorious first-person documentation. You MUST pour over all your journals at some point and scan some pages for your blog (and possibly a future book). I'm sure there are loads of pearls in there and probably some entries reminiscent of one my sister just read me the other day from her 1970s diary: "The Vietnam War ended today. I washed my hair."

I'm still laughing at Melinda's "Sonny Lay Martinez." Ours was hearing "the girl with kaleidoscope eyes" as "the girl with colitis goes by!"


I'm still laughing at Melinda's "Sonny Lay Martinez."

Danny, likewise with "The Vietnam War ended today. I washed my hair."


I feel the need to disseminate this horrible abuse of the word meme, and what I posted at Hallqs page sufficiently gets across my point, so I'll paste:
Sorry, but you are entirely misdirected about what a 'meme' is. A survey or chain letter or pass-me-on or whatever this is has no relation to the word. In order to not look silly or foolish, you should research terms before using them. You can't make something a meme just by declaring it so, and if this was one, it would be instantly recognized and occur regularly in the social consciousness in various forms. All your base are belong to us and LOLcats are memes, 'list 7 weird things about yourself' is a survey at best, and a piece of unsolicited spam chainmail at worst.


Huh? The "horrible abuse" of the word "meme" is already too widespread to be stopped. The definition of the word has come to include this usage and there's nothing foolish or silly about it. (Well, maybe there's everything foolish or silly about it but it's here to stay anyway!)

I just posted my silly and foolish reply to this MEME.


Yeah, we had a discussion the first time we did one of these "memes" about how it isn't really a meme. However, you could argue that mistakenly calling these things memes is itself by now a meme. (Or make yourself happy and call it a "MeMe.") You assume we're all ignorant, we may just be miles ahead in irony. ;)

Ali Eteraz

Thanks for sharing.

Alas this narcissist par excellence doesn't do memes.

You've tagged me before too.

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