Thursday, January 17, 2013

bye-bye breakfast

...and Love-fest:
at OV's, they are already prepping for valentine's day.

dead sparrow

dead sparrow [i]
by al i. veforever

i picked-up a dead sparrow
i swear i saw her move
i think that (maybe) sparrow had a little more to prove
she turned her head and looked at me, with softness in her eyes
and then she held my hand (so tight); so gentle, yet so wise

and with a look of sadness… (i wanted her to stay)
i opened up my heart (i smiled)
i let her fly away
and with a look of sadness (we all wanted her to stay)
we opened up our hearts (we smiled)
we waved goodbye, today

below: the birdhouse

* at donna & tom's house, small birds enjoy feeding at one of tom's backyard birdhouses.  the little chirpers are sometimes attacked by a hawk, and the fleeing birds have been known to fly into (uh, smash up against) the kitchen window while attempting to escape.   we heard the familiar ‘thump’ on the window, and several family members saw the hawk drop its prey onto the snow-covered deck, just in front of the sliding-glass door.

* a little sparrow lay still and lifeless, in the snow.  after a quick family discussion, we decided to leave her there… essentially allowing the hawk to come back and have “nature, take its course.”

* but something strange happened.  after what seemed like 15-20 minutes of freezing, face-down in the snow, i thought that her body had changed position... so i went outside and cupped her into my hands.

* she immediately sprang to life, but instead of trying to fly, she clutched onto my finger with her tiny little claws.  we took a few photos, and then brought her into the house so that tom could attempt to revive her.  he went to get a box, and the plan was to let her slowly regain some sense of consciousness.  i brought her over to dad, and he, visibly moved, petted her head, lovingly.  she seemed to get stronger!

* and when tom brought the box, and when i tried to lower her into it, she would not let go.   she was determined, powerful, and unyielding.

* donna could sense that this bird was ready to fly, and she mentioned something about the challenges associated with birds flying around inside of the house, so i walked outside, with a bird in the hand.

* with the family looking on in suspended disbelief, when i held my hand up toward the sky, she flapped her beautiful wings and flew away... upward, into the Heavens. 

-the beginning. 

* okay, so this is weird.  this morning, prior to boarding the plane, guess who decided to pay a little visit? 

on the floor, next to my backpack, at gate 16:

[i] martino, joal. (1.17-1.2013). book 77: jo/al. © 2013 by

snow in rhody

the day after the funeral (and celebration of life)

donna and tom's back deck:
 the back yard

 tom, shoveling snow                                                          lenny, pretending to shovel snow

below: the front yard

the ideal companion

ashley put together a blend of themes from josephine's poem:
 "the ideal companion"

link below:

Friday, January 11, 2013

remember josephine

dear josie,
we re-Member you.  
here are (just a few of the many) josephine posts that honor the one and only...


the summer of 2011:

birthday times: inspired:

vintage josie:

this next one might just be the best description of some of my best memories of the martineau kitchen.


the Gift Exchange Creator:

as we remember Mom, please feel free to share josephine memories (via phone, e-mail, blog, facebook post, etc.).

rest in Peace, sweet josie

josephine martineau (femino)
a.k.a. mom, grandma, "josephine!!", jo, josie, and on and on...
2.26.1931 - 1.11.2013
my goal, below, is to highlight some josi-themes, to bring back a few memories:

right: fun, play, Spirit!
above: smiles

below: multi-dimensional

right: anniversary celebrations

below: touch (arms around each other)
below: birthday celebrations

below: this is my family (i wonder/worry about their sanity)

arms around each other
below: with family/friends

above and below: arms around each other

kids: if you are a martineau or a femino, it's all about the kids
below: arms around each other

family, weddings, kids

above-left and below: dancing (jo LOVED dancing with al)

 above: family

below: arms around each other
above: adventure (and stability)

below: this is my family (i worry about their sanity)

this is our family (i worry about our sanity)

below: children
holding hands


above: children, grandchildren, great grandchildren

below: "the gift exchange"
family, religion, Spirit

left, and below:
momma's boy (always was, always will be)
hasta luego's (never goodbyes)

above: arms around each other

 below: kids, fun, arms around each other


above: fun/play
right: family, at the gift exchange
below: family, children

left: children, grand-children, great grandchildren
above: gift exchange
below: this is the martineau family (i truly wonder about their sanity) 

above: children

left: the gift exchange

below: children, family

left: family
above: arms around each other

left: family

below: fun, adventure
above and below: celebration

left and below:  
family, travel, adventure

left and below:
above: celebration
below: adventure
below: family
above left and below: family

along with 'celebration', we must not forget a trademark josphine trait:
the offering of food:

if pushing food was illegal, josie would have spent her entire adult life in jail.


above: family celebration (i worry about our sanity)

below: family (inside joke) mr. and mrs. alien martiano

right: not driving

below: family

above and below: arms around each other; dancing

below: church/religion, Spirit

below: arms around each other, family

left: family, fun, pictures/memories
above and left: celebrations
below: kids (kids who are quickly becoming men)
above and below: this is our family (at times, i question our sanity)
below: Union (one of the beautiful photographs of all time)
recurring josi-themes:

 fun, play,  
children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
Spirit (Union/Connection/
the gift exchange,
the offering of food,
touch (arms around each other),


hasta luego, mom.