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Incidental, Not Integral... If You Know What I Mean.
06.18.05 (11:28 pm)   [edit]
Image hosted by Photobucket.com If you drive down to the end of my block and hang a right, then head a mile or two down Union Cross Rd until you see the old barn that sits at the corner of Union Cross and Old Salem Rd, and then take a left, (clearly, directions aren’t my forte) soon you’ll happen upon the most extraordinary thing. About a mile or so further on the right, there amidst a sea of nondescript houses, lies the one that belongs to T.S. and Ethel. Mind you, I’ve never met T.S. or Ethel… but I adore them both. I adore them because T.S. loves Ethel so much that he’s found it necessary to declare his love for her in the form of a giant, homemade wooden heart displayed proudly on a pole in their front yard. And I adore them because Ethel loves T.S. so much that she’s managed to go at least 13 years (the amount of time that I’ve lived here) without making him take it down. I’m sure there are other ways that are just as beautiful to declare to the world that you love someone, I’m just not sure I’ve seen that many of them.

When I was a little girl and I’d go through my mother’s records, I noticed that some of them had the word “Zenda” scribbled in black ink across the label in the center. For those of you who were unaware, [u]The Prisoner of Zenda[/u] is a [url=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0...]film[/url] and [url=http://www.worldwideschool.or...]novel[/url] that, among other things, tells the story of two lovers who are kept apart by forces that are much larger than themselves. It wasn’t until much, much later that I learned that my mother had a secret affair (of sorts) with a man she had known most of her life but with whom she felt, for whatever reason, she could not be with. The situation was far more complicated than what I’m revealing here and the details of their decades long romance are sketchy to me, but I know now that over the years they sent music to one another and that these songs/albums (or those that reminded her of him) received the coveted Zenda branding on the label – her own private declaration of sorts.

There’s been some debate recently on some [url=http://www.webloxonline.com/b...]other blogs[/url] about whether or not love can be defined. I’m inclined to agree with [url=http://lindy.tblog.com]the camp[/url] that says it can be, but that the definition itself is ever changing and flexible; in other words, my definition of the big L may not be the same as yours… but that doesn’t make either definition necessarily wrong, now does it? But to be honest, I’m really not much into labeling and defining things so much as I am into seeing, touching, tasting and experiencing them. I may not know how either T.S. or Ethel would define love, but I know the simple strength and gentle purity of their devotion to one another by simply looking at the giant heart in their yard. In the same way, I may never know the details of the person that was probably my mother’s one true love, but I feel the bond between them by spending time listening to some of their songs and tracing my finger across her writing, which is forever etched into the paper center of their vinyl love letters. Personally, I’d much rather be able to feel and experience love (and most other nouns and verbs and adjectives) than to be able to define it. After all, what good is knowing how to describe the rain if you’ve never felt it on your skin?

To that end, thanks in part to the recent artwork of the [url=http://thejongleur.tblog.com]British equivalent of T.S.[/url] to my decidedly Yank Ethel (make that Elliot), I’ve been thinking a great deal tonight about what I consider to be one of the world’s greatest love stories: [url=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0...][u]Harold and Maude[/u].[/url] For those of you who have seen it, then I’ll not interrupt your simultaneous sighing to bore you with plot details from the film. (Although I will point you towards [url=http://www.geocities.com/Rain...]a site[/url] where the original script is available for perusal. Lots of interesting changes were clearly made to the screenplay which true fans of the movie might get a kick out of). And for those of you who have not seen in it, I only have two words: See it. Now. (Ok. That might technically be three, but math[s] is not really my thing). And for those of you who are spending your time worrying about whether or not love can be defined, I can only suggest that you heed some valuable advice from the book of Maude: "go and love some more."

(Otherwise you got nothing to talk about in the locker room).
 


posted by: childish (reply)
post date: 06.18.05 (8:32 pm)

i too have just joined the fan club of TS and Ethel.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.18.05 (8:33 pm)

Reply to: childish

You just can't help but love T.S. and Ethel. Thanks for stopping by.

j



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.18.05 (9:39 pm)

the big L = Lindy

That's my definition and I'm sticking to it. heh. Actually, someone used to call me that to differentiate between myself and Linda, whom he used to go out with... if he'd had the nerve to promote the lowercase L to upper, he may just have found a world he'd never dreamt of... haha. How is *that* for modesty?

T.S. and Ethel are so lovely. T.S.'s heart brought to mind a cute country song I was always fond of, 'John Deere Green' - know it?



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 06.18.05 (10:55 pm)

Man, I must be really jaded or something, because I have pretty much the opposite response to everyone else to the TS/Ethel love tryst in that garden. Rather than "Aww, bless", I think "Uurrgghh, spew". What's more, I even caught myself wondering what TS had done wrong that he felt the need to make amends so publicly with that heart. I realise this says much more about me than them or anyone else, but I just think it's cheesy.

Interesting musings of yours about defining love. I hadn't really ever given it much thought, so couldn't yet tell you which camp I'm in. But like you, I'm inclined to believe that being able to experience it is more important than being able to define it.



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (3:54 am)

Good grief. Let's try a new comment in the light of day...

I'm all about Harold and Maude, as you already know. And I'm finding that the people I'm drawn to in life are as well. I'm adding 'The Prisoner of Zenda' to my list of need-to-see's. The image of you pulling your finger across your mother's penned clues is such a lovely sight in my mind. And I realize, as I picture you doing this, that many a time has passed when I found myself doing the same thing, as if the writing alone would contain some window into a story long buried.

I'd say anyone who chooses to display such an obvious token of affection, as T.S. did for Ethel truly understands love and what it ought to be... it transcends his ego, overcomes his reserve and frankly, he doesn't care what the neighbors think because he is obviously passionately and completely in love, and in the end, I bet everyone around them has the same pleasant thoughts you do about his declaration.

After a lifetime of men who would never think of doing such a thing or who would see it as something other than what it is, I'm quite resigned to never stepping backwards again. My T.S., Harold, or British equivalent is out there just waiting for the opportunity to do something this wonderfully corny... :)



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (4:49 am)

Reply to: lindy

Ha! I *nearly* linked the "big L" to you but decided against it at the last moment. I've never heard the country song you mentioned, but I'm glad you like T.S. and Ethel.

j



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (4:51 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Hmmmm. The one time you can see through all the "codes" and you're inspired to vomit. Too bad.

j



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (5:00 am)

Reply to: lindy

The thing I love about the TS and Ethel photograph is that, not unlike the art on our dear Jongleur's blog, (if I may be so bold as to make such a comparison) it inspires so many different stories and reactions. I like that whether or not you fall in love with them or you feel the desire to hurl (?)at least there's a reaction. I took this photo several days ago and when I first sent it across the ocean, I'm sure you can imagine that stories that were swapped about T.S. and Ethel and their love affair. I just love the idea that we all feel we *know* them through this campy wooden sign in their front yard. And, for what it's worth, I agree with you completely, Lindy... if that heart isn't the definition of love, then I really don't know what is.

As for your T.S. (et al), oh, I've no doubt that he's out there right now blazing a trail that eventually leads to you. However, if I know you... the heart with read Lindy Loves ______... not the other way around - which I think is equally, if not more, perfect.

PS: I'd trust you with *my* flower arrangements anytime, dear.

*wink*




posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (6:42 am)

Reply to: juniperflux
Ah well, you can't win em all eh? As I say, more of a reflection on me than them, you, or anyone else. Grumpy old bear.

Should I be worried that not only have I not seen Harold and Maude, but until this post I'd never even heard of it? Especially in light of the fact that another commenter *wink* chooses her friends based on their reaction to it, this has thrown me somewhat? How old is this movie? And how did it pass me by so completely and utterly?




posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (8:00 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Well... as the link indicates, it was made in 1971 and is something of a cult classic. I adore it and truly consider the first time I saw it to be something of a life altering experience. Now I consider it a rite of passage. As alt. alluded to on http://thejongleur.tblog.com, she showed it to her children and I know I would want to do the same. That said, I'm sure the "commenter" you speak of would be far more patient with someone who has never seen it than with someone who had but who found no beauty in its dark, unconventional love story.



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (9:51 am)

Reply to: juniperflux
Busted for not clicking on the link. Thanks for the further info. Must try to track it down. I hope you're right about the "commenter" above.



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (10:03 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

Hahahaha. Oh, the woes of being so transparent. I talk such a vicious game, but after all... this kind of display is *right* up my... front yard, so to speak. (haha, I wish!)

I don't think I have mentioned this before, but Altricial and I have spoken a few times about Harold and Maude... in fact, probably some time before you and I decided to spend a few minutes chatting... so I found it quite fitting that it came up in conversation one day... and sure enough, the references continue. Alt may even have done a post that references it, can't remember.

Heh. In true Lindy fashion, I'm considering contacting a whole sale florist and just going to town on a full wedding order just to show off. I may just happen to order the exact flowers I helped her pick out too. I definitely got my feelings hurt a little. I mean, come on. How much more special is it when someone you *know* and *care about* contributes such a detail? AND especially when you've asked them to!

Whoops. Still fuming a bit. I'll get over it. I suspect this will be my last weekend to Houston for a little while. Need a break. We'll see how long it lasts.
Thank you for the vote of confidence. :)





posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (11:51 am)

Reply to: lindy

Transparent? Naaaaa... just beautifully open about who you are.

Perhaps Harold and Maude should be a question to help you test the waters, as it were, when meeting new people. "So... what do you do for a living? Ever seen Harold and Maude?" *wink*

Flower arrangements: Hmmmm. Don't go crazy, girl. :)

j



posted by: Beyourself (reply)
post date: 06.19.05 (5:07 pm)

Ahhh.... late arriving again!

"The Prisoner of Zenda" I remember was a later film version starring Stewart Granger. Somehow I got the impression that your 1937 version in the link was way before your time.

"Harold and Maude" for some strange reasons I have not yet seen, and I have seen my share of movies. My current collection of movies stands at close to 400!

Personally, being an old phart, or soon to be one, I am still of the opinion that "Casablanca" is the number one love story of all time.

The ever elusive L word, how do you define it? Either you feel loved, or you don't. You can love, or you can be in love. Very different shades of consumption of one's being.

You know it when you are possessed by the emotions which you can hardly define. It is way past the infatuation stage. You like yourself best when you are with that person. You like to believe that you would do anything for that person including laying down your miserable, little, insignificant life. You think about the other person more than you think about yourself, first thing in the morning, throughout the day, and the last thing before retiring to bed. Even sex may or may not need to enter into the equation. By then, you would have felt love, and you have been loved.

The question remains, can you reciprocate such feelings, or are your feelings being reciprocated?



posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 06.20.05 (4:13 am)

Wow. I think I love TS and Ethel, too. Thanks for making me smile.




posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.20.05 (5:07 am)

Reply to: Beyourself

Actually, it is the 1937 version of Zenda to which I refer. It may have been a little before my time, or even that of my mother's to be honest, but that doesn't make it any less worth watching.

Harold and Maude is something of a cult classic and I highly recommend it. Made in 1971, it might be a little dated in some of its components, but I'm always completely won over by its charm, its message and its irreverent and often dark beauty.

Thanks for your thoughts.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.20.05 (5:08 am)

Reply to: jennjr

My pleasure. :)

I love TS and Ethel. I smile every time I drive by their house.

j



posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 06.20.05 (5:19 am)

Reply to: juniperflux
I think I would drive out of my way just to see that.



posted by: billlyryan (reply)
post date: 06.22.05 (2:28 pm)

Now I love Ethel AND T.S.!

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