4a. the thin line /4b. Grandma's rainbow

Good morning, Ms. Havisham here. It is Saturday morning and tomorrow is Sunday. I'm reminded of the spoken lyrics in Jimmy Buffett's song, "Fruitcakes" -- "there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning." The reason I know this line so well is that it is embedded in Mr. Orndorff's heart, the heart that is connected with me, Ms. H., the personification of Mr. O's heartansoulanmind. 

Now, Mr. O. thinks so much of this line and its implications in how life is played out that he is sure that if his consciousness survives physical death, he will remember this line either forever or a very long time – whichever comes first. Orndorff is first and foremost a born agnostic, but one thing he does not doubt is G-D's existence. In fact, he would say, "I would doubt my own existence before I would doubt G-D's." You see, for Mr. Orndorff, "that's the thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning." Therefore, it is set in his emotional heart. Do you have anything to add, Mr. Orndorff? – Ms. H.

2059. No. I am surprised how this writing is going tonight. We watched "The Crown" on Netflix, and we were shut down because too many people were watching it, I suppose. Anyway, Carol came to bed early, first to read; and I followed, trying to think what Ms. H. would write about for tomorrow. We have errands, so I wanted to get a head start. It is 2103 hours, and we are missing Rachel Maddow, but it is being copied for a later watching. As for the Buffett line, it is in my heart of hearts, so to speak. You've written about it, so I don't have the need to say anything else. It is a line that stretches from Here, where I am, to There where I hope to someplace be after my ashes are buried and some few scattered about in private sacred places. Well, I did have the need to say something. 2108.

It will be Saturday when you read this. Feel free to sign up on the blog if you like. I don't mind either way, but Orndorff doesn't like to 'talk' to himself. Just one or two kind Readers will be enough. From my perspective, the man is seventy-eight, but his mind has never grown up – misplaced teenage angst is what I call it on this unique occasion. In here, there is a slight tension between the heart and the mind, you see. Most every one of nearly every age can feel this now and then. Having feelings is human; it does not have to be rational. – Ms. H. 

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This is Grandma E. It is a Saturday morning, Saturn's Day to the Romans. The Greeks and Romans classified their days, and their gods and goddesses were poetically endowed to keep the people more closely aware and understanding of their deities. People generally don't like things they cannot understand and accept even fake understanding over the real thing. Why? Mostly for entertainment and drama. You can see evidence of this in my first story posting from a couple of days ago. You can't fault people for misunderstanding something when a better, more reasonable answer would more likely prevail. 

On another subject. I have an image, a description of my personification for this blog, if you don't mind, followed by an explanation. – Grandma E.

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HATTIE MCDANIEL

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hattie McDaniel (June 10, 1893 – October 26, 1952) was an American actress, singer-songwriter, and comedian. She won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her role as "Mammy” in Gone with the Wind (1939), becoming the first African American to win an Oscar.

In addition to acting in many films, McDaniel recorded 16 blues sides between 1926–1929 (10 were issued) and was a radio performer and television star; she was the first black woman to sing on the radio in the United States.^[3][4] She appeared in over 300 films, although she received screen credits for only 83.^[5]

Encountering racism and racial segregation throughout her career, McDaniel was unable to attend the premiere of Gone with the Wind in Atlanta because it was held at a whites-only theater, and at the Oscars ceremony in Los Angeles, she sat at a segregated table at the side of the room; the Ambassador Hotel where the ceremony was held was for whites only but allowed McDaniel in as a favor. When she died in 1952, her final wish--to be buried in Hollywood Cemetery--was denied because the graveyard was restricted to whites only.

McDaniel has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in Hollywood: one at 6933 Hollywood Boulevard for her contributions to radio; and one at 1719 Vine Street for acting in motion pictures. She was inducted into the Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame in 1975, and in 2006 she became the first black Oscar winner honored with a U.S. postage stamp.^[6] In 2010, she was inducted into the Colorado Women's Hall of Fame.^[7]

Photo and article from Wikipedia

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This reminds people that my character as an Earth Mother representative has ties to Ms. Hattie McDaniel. To have black or brown skin is as natural as having the skin of a lighter color. The Earth has a rainbow of colors, which is shared with the likes of living Homo sapiens. Some treat me respectfully, and others do not, just as members of the species treat their own. By the way, so there is no misunderstanding, I am treating the memory of Hattie McDaniel respectfully. Treating the planet and people in a kind nature goes a long way to treat the species. It works out, you see because when people die and get buried, they are usually buried in me. – Grandma E.

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Grandma has a right to her viewpoint, just as you do. We are civil enough to allow different viewpoints between one another. That's the way it is in here. You have your own viewpoints. Share them with others or keep them private. – Ms. H.

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