BARONESS MAYA'S ART

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HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

A happy Father's Day to all of you My Father whio was Hungarian died in a very dramatic way on Father's day many years ago. I wrote some haiku and tanka for him during the years. Some are in my book, Vancouver Island poetry, one i just wrote this morning, a tanka with 5-7-5-7-7. Father's Day morning memory of him cutting his yellow roses the bush still growing anyway His presence brings peace to me A few others (free form) This one was read in church last year: You were my guide My best Friend Tears were shed with you The first dance was with you I place my poem On your ashes From my book: Restless river The fire-coloured maple Beckons the Magyar Sunrise She places haiku upon his ashes Red as a poppy Maple leaves fall On the memorial

ST. PAUL'S CONFIRMATION NIGHT

I was Confirmed into the church on June 6th, 2007 It was a wonderful and moving ceremony. This is the tanka i wrote about it: (5-7-5-7-7) A coolish Spring night the Bishop places his hands on her lower'ed head light of His Divine Presence brings a warmth to the old church

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYSON

It was Tyson's coming of age birthday and i wanted to be there to share it him. There is one thing that is a bit of a bother living on this island; one needs to either fly or take the ferry to leave it. Tyson was having trouble with his shiny, red convertible, so he and Maya could not come and meet the ferry. There are no flights to Chilliwack from here. So, i took the bus and actually enjoyed the trip. The bus had lots of room and i had a seat to myself. I plugged in my msic and it took 55 songs and i was there. The legal age in B.C. is 19. Tyson, being a red-blooded thirsty Canadian teen-age headed to the local liquor store. He was asked for 2 pieces of id., he only had one...he was a bit upset. He was so happy to be able to be some German beer. He and Maya had just returned from a trip to Hamburg to see Opa Walter and he now really enjoyed the city's fine beer. So, we returned home to get his passport. He came out of the shop with a very large bag. We drove out to Cultus lake to cool off, it was clost to 35 degrees. i walked out to the pier to write some poetry. I looked at the water and saw about 50 bottles of empty bottles of beer bobbing in the water. I thought not only dangerous but very careless and thoughless. I tried to reach down and get a few, but my snense of balance was off, i fell in. What a start to my mini-holiday!!! A couple of hours later were home and all of us with a bit of heatstroke. In the car we did not realise how hot the sun really was. But, all was fine in the morning and we had a good bottle of bubble, smoked salmon and other goodies to celebrate Tyson's 19th birthday. Baroness Maya as usual was a wonderful hostess as only a young woman trained by a German housekeeper can be. Not a dust mote insight and wonderful Hungarian-German food. Here is a poem by Rudyard Kipling that i find very suitable for any young man who has reached adult-hood. IF If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, not talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Diaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted ky knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave yur life to, broken And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And loose, start again at yur beginnings And never breath a word about yur loss; If you can force yur heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on where there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! --Rudyard Kipling Yes, Dear Tyson you a Man now!!!!!! My dear, sweet Tyson this is one for you. My dear, sweet Finnish cousin, do not feel left out, Kipling wrote a complete book with your name as a title.

EMPIRE /QUEEN VICTORIA DAY

This was the 140th Annual May Queen Crowing. I had the please of meeting the 20006 May Queen. She was a beautiful, clever and delightful girl. Then on Friday was the crowing of the 2007 May Day Queen and her attendents. There were Maypole dancing, ballet performances, Highland dancing and Bagpipes. Members of parliament and the Mayor's office were there too. I was interesting to me that traditons so old and long forgottren by most people were still being held in this age. Though, ay one time the May Queen was sacriiced for a good harvest, i was careful not to tell the Queen any of this. We had the tradional small parade and fireworks at night. The start of many week-end festivites here. I took photos, but not too many are very good. As always, i do try... There was a 1930s firetruck in the parade. Pierre would have liked that. I planted my flowers this morning, it is traditional to do that on this week-end in most of Canada. Here on the island we really do not have to worry about the weather. A few haiku and tanka: Her young eyes fill with tears tonight May Day Queen year over Robe of purple a diamond tiara a glowing Queen Old chestnut tree white candles sway Spring wind Highland dancers young girls twirl thier kilts swords at thier feet The Colour Guard holding the many flags old backs still straight The dark sky full of colours and sound fireworks bring me outside to look with delight

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

a HAPPY mOTHR'S dAY TO ALL OF YOU!!!!! I am on my way to meet mine for a buffet lunch and a bottle of bubbly. There is so much to say about my Mother...2 much So , all i will do is her favourite haiku today Regal looking Lady more silver in the gold of her hair

MERRY MONTH OF MAY

May has many important dates.

May 1....Oma callls first thing and says, "That Korean wife of his killed him you". Well May 1 is my Father's birthday. He married a lovely Korean lady and had a stroke, a year later. Oma is convinced that she gave him herbs to kill him and run off with the money. Well,, after his stroke, yes she ran off, but i was made his trustee... He died 10 years later with another stroke. He was finally going to write his life story. He had refused to talk about his life in Hungry until the communists left. It would have been an exciting story full of Princes, thieves, lost castles and who knowas what is fact or fiction. I really do not know anything about his family in Hungry at all....only hints. He did mention a beautiful place close to Lake Balaton. I found it and it had been turned into a luxury hotel. In 1989, after the communists lot power...they gave back land and property....but i had to prove what his family owned. Well, he was caught in a fire working up North and all his papers were lost, so now change of a castle on Lake Balaton. It is there and beautiful and that is fine...i can go anything and stay there. Though Dr. Pavel will not allow me to travel through time zones in fear of inducing my illness. So i can only only in North America fo the time being. May 6 is also a birthday of a person who was once very special to me. I am happy his heart is still ticking over, 41 is too young to die. Though this modern day Renaissance man has had a life filled of all the things he has wanted to do and experience. It is not the quantity but the quality, but i pray for him. It is Jeffrey's fathers very large birthday this month also. he has been very ill too, so he is in my daily prayers also. It seems once a man reaches 40, his body starts to send messages... Well May 13 is Mother's Day...and always a happy day in our family. The women live on and on!! For Sandor On Lake Balaton the room of his birth a warm glow Restless river the fire-coloured maple beckons the Magyar Sunrise she places haiku over his ashes For J A blue-irised man sends her a post-card on his honeymoon His four children gather around his bed he is content For Oma Spring morning more silver than gold in her hair Her singing fills the old house and odour of 4711 For Robert (Bob) His milestone birthday drinking Veuve Clicquot counting his years in bubbles wonder where the time has gone And what would have been a special Wedding anniversay On the small island memories of thier life fill the shadows