Post by DayTripper on Aug 17, 2004 21:32:20 GMT 1
I saw this;
Can you spot all the Beatles songs in this letter?
Dear Prudence,
Good morning, good morning! Wow, a letter from me to you! Now I expect a return letter to be delivered, please; mr. postman comes in the afternoon, so I'll be watching for it. It won’t be long now till Christmas! Just imagine - twinkling trees, holly, and mistletoe - here, there, and everywhere. The Christmas season is a beautiful time for people to come together and give peace a chance and experience real love. And, oh, darling, couldn’t we use a bit of peace and love across the universe right now! This war is junk! Yes, it is!
But I want to tell you, I’m down because I heard you won’t get back home for Christmas this year. Yesterday I was thinking of some ways to help. I know we can work it out. If the two of us put our heads together, we can come up with something. Or least I will. I have some ideas.
Maybe I’ll get you a ticket to ride the train. Or maybe you can drive my car that is garaged in Hollywood. If you drive straight through, you could be home in two days. But I think you’re a day tripper only. And two days without golden slumbers? You can’t do that! Hitchhiking is an idea, but it’s a long and winding road, especially from Kansas City on, and it might rain. In my life, I’ve hitchhiked one time, and I can say, it was not fun - actually it was pure misery. Would I do it again? Not a second time! So flying is probably best for you.
But I’ve got a feeling money isn’t an issue for you, Blue - since, baby, you’re a rich man now. That is unless the taxman has taken it all from this boy! Speaking of taxes, do you remember that Russian girl - the wonderful, dear Prudence, who lived with that crazy, dancing fool on the hill - the big hill between Blue Jay Way and Penny Lane? Well, back in the day, she had a run in with the IRA - and, almost single-handedly, created a tax revolution! The word is, she’s back in the USSR.
Tell me why you don’t want to come home this Christmas. Is it because you want to stay in L.A. to play your rock and roll music with your band? I can dig it! You boys are three cool cats! And you’re young, no chains around you. You’re free as a bird. But what about Michelle. I want to tell you, you’re going to lose that girl if you don’t come home soon. I shouldn’t say ‘girl’ - she’s a woman now. Maybe she was just seventeen when you met her, but she is grown up now and she loves you. The night before last, I was at a party and I saw her standing there with some friends. I wanted to talk to her about you, but I thought, "I don’t want to spoil the party for no one". Do you want to know a secret? I heard that she’s leaving home in a few weeks. Think for yourself, and do what you want to do. Who knows? Maybe you’ve got another girl. But if she starts talking marriage, I’ll bet you’ll run for your life!
Hey, I heard the news about your paperback writer gig! A musician and a writer! That’s great! Whatever you do, just be yourself, and act naturally. Let it be what you want it to be.
So what do you want Santa to bring you? I think you need a bird. A bird is a great companion. My friend, Julia, has a beautiful blackbird (I don’t know what kind of bird it is), named Sadie. Julia talks to the bird all the time and Sadie answers to every little thing she says. She has also taught him to sing and whistle in a very sexy Sadie kind of way. So get yourself a bird and talk to it and your bird can sing too. But make sure you take the time to teach the bird and talk to it, or you’ll get no reply.
I’ve been really busy with Christmas shopping and planning our holiday party, but I feel fine and still have lots of energy. I waited too long to get started and I should’ve know better, since I do this every year - rushing helter, skelter everywhere. Just a typical day in the life of Martha. Most everything is done though. And with a little help from my friends, the holiday bash will go off without a hitch. The party is going to be much bigger this year, with over 100 people coming. You know the always proper and lovely Rita McDuggle? Well, she suggested we have the party this year at the old Brown Shoe factory. It’s a fabulous place now, completely renovated for parties. But why take it away from the house, I said..., why don’t we do it in the road this year? The weather is mild and we can string lights from all the trees. So that’s what we’re doing. Wish you were going to be here with us! When I get home tonight, all I’ve got to do is wrap presents. Then, I’ll have time to relax. Put the feet up, light the matchbox, throw a few logs of Norwegian wood on the fire, sip a toddy with a taste of honey, and admire the tree. But, wow, I could really dig a pony glass of drambuie too! Can’t wait!
Adam arrived home yesterday, so we’re all together now. We love the new mixes of the songs. It’s getting better all the time. His words of love appeal to everyone who hears them. Christmas is a time for family get-togethers, but we’re all sort of dreading the visit of Aunt Lucille. 'Her Majesty' always expects to be waited on hand and foot. She’s very difficult to be around, and most people say she has the devil in her heart. Oh well, all things must pass, and some day Aunt Lucille will too. As they say, everything has a beginning and an end. But she does give wonderful gifts. Last year she gave me this gorgeous replica of a glass onion dome from the Byzantine period. And she is my aunt and I love her.
Well, I’ll close for now. I’m so tired and I need to slow down. Keep in mind, anytime at all you want to visit, there’s a place for you. It’s been a long, long, long time since you were here. But I know if I needed someone, you would be here in a second. Wait! I just had an idea! You can visit on your birthday. But if you do that, I think your mother should know. By the way, how is Anna? Does she still have her organic gardens? Is she still working the soil, at what seems like eight days a week? I can see her now, tending her flowers, fixing a hole for the next beautiful tree. And the fruit she grew was so beautiful! She had strawberry fields forever, as far as the eye could see. You really are mother nature’s son! Here’s something for you to think about: As your mother gets older, you may have to return home more often to help carry that weight of the gardening.
Now don’t let me down, and don’t pass me by - and, honey, don’t wait to visit when I’m sixty-four, ‘cause you won’t see me here. I plan to spend my later years on a beach somewhere in that good day sunshine, living in a yellow submarine, with I, me, mine, and the sun king! I’ll follow the sun until I’m at least ninety! I had a check-up the other day at the clinic and Doctor Robert Maxwell’s silver hammer reported my reflexes to be in tip-top shape. Sometimes, though, the good doctor can get a little too chummy, if you know what I mean. In fact, he said to me, "Martha, my dear, you are a honey pie. I was lost till there was you. The inner light is shining brightly within you; without you I don’t know what I would do!" Mmm..., I need to say to him, "You like me too much! And we need to forget about these things we said today!"
I hope to hear from you soon. And remember, no excuses - you know what to do - you know my name, look up the number. Remember to pray for peace - because war is nowhere, man. Hopefully, someday we can say, Happy Xmas - the war is over. Tomorrow never knows! We have to realize that all you need is love. So, hello, goodbye, and I would love you to wish your family a Happy Christmas from me. The End. Good night!
All my loving,
Martha
P.S. I love you.
Can you spot all the Beatles songs in this letter?
Dear Prudence,
Good morning, good morning! Wow, a letter from me to you! Now I expect a return letter to be delivered, please; mr. postman comes in the afternoon, so I'll be watching for it. It won’t be long now till Christmas! Just imagine - twinkling trees, holly, and mistletoe - here, there, and everywhere. The Christmas season is a beautiful time for people to come together and give peace a chance and experience real love. And, oh, darling, couldn’t we use a bit of peace and love across the universe right now! This war is junk! Yes, it is!
But I want to tell you, I’m down because I heard you won’t get back home for Christmas this year. Yesterday I was thinking of some ways to help. I know we can work it out. If the two of us put our heads together, we can come up with something. Or least I will. I have some ideas.
Maybe I’ll get you a ticket to ride the train. Or maybe you can drive my car that is garaged in Hollywood. If you drive straight through, you could be home in two days. But I think you’re a day tripper only. And two days without golden slumbers? You can’t do that! Hitchhiking is an idea, but it’s a long and winding road, especially from Kansas City on, and it might rain. In my life, I’ve hitchhiked one time, and I can say, it was not fun - actually it was pure misery. Would I do it again? Not a second time! So flying is probably best for you.
But I’ve got a feeling money isn’t an issue for you, Blue - since, baby, you’re a rich man now. That is unless the taxman has taken it all from this boy! Speaking of taxes, do you remember that Russian girl - the wonderful, dear Prudence, who lived with that crazy, dancing fool on the hill - the big hill between Blue Jay Way and Penny Lane? Well, back in the day, she had a run in with the IRA - and, almost single-handedly, created a tax revolution! The word is, she’s back in the USSR.
Tell me why you don’t want to come home this Christmas. Is it because you want to stay in L.A. to play your rock and roll music with your band? I can dig it! You boys are three cool cats! And you’re young, no chains around you. You’re free as a bird. But what about Michelle. I want to tell you, you’re going to lose that girl if you don’t come home soon. I shouldn’t say ‘girl’ - she’s a woman now. Maybe she was just seventeen when you met her, but she is grown up now and she loves you. The night before last, I was at a party and I saw her standing there with some friends. I wanted to talk to her about you, but I thought, "I don’t want to spoil the party for no one". Do you want to know a secret? I heard that she’s leaving home in a few weeks. Think for yourself, and do what you want to do. Who knows? Maybe you’ve got another girl. But if she starts talking marriage, I’ll bet you’ll run for your life!
Hey, I heard the news about your paperback writer gig! A musician and a writer! That’s great! Whatever you do, just be yourself, and act naturally. Let it be what you want it to be.
So what do you want Santa to bring you? I think you need a bird. A bird is a great companion. My friend, Julia, has a beautiful blackbird (I don’t know what kind of bird it is), named Sadie. Julia talks to the bird all the time and Sadie answers to every little thing she says. She has also taught him to sing and whistle in a very sexy Sadie kind of way. So get yourself a bird and talk to it and your bird can sing too. But make sure you take the time to teach the bird and talk to it, or you’ll get no reply.
I’ve been really busy with Christmas shopping and planning our holiday party, but I feel fine and still have lots of energy. I waited too long to get started and I should’ve know better, since I do this every year - rushing helter, skelter everywhere. Just a typical day in the life of Martha. Most everything is done though. And with a little help from my friends, the holiday bash will go off without a hitch. The party is going to be much bigger this year, with over 100 people coming. You know the always proper and lovely Rita McDuggle? Well, she suggested we have the party this year at the old Brown Shoe factory. It’s a fabulous place now, completely renovated for parties. But why take it away from the house, I said..., why don’t we do it in the road this year? The weather is mild and we can string lights from all the trees. So that’s what we’re doing. Wish you were going to be here with us! When I get home tonight, all I’ve got to do is wrap presents. Then, I’ll have time to relax. Put the feet up, light the matchbox, throw a few logs of Norwegian wood on the fire, sip a toddy with a taste of honey, and admire the tree. But, wow, I could really dig a pony glass of drambuie too! Can’t wait!
Adam arrived home yesterday, so we’re all together now. We love the new mixes of the songs. It’s getting better all the time. His words of love appeal to everyone who hears them. Christmas is a time for family get-togethers, but we’re all sort of dreading the visit of Aunt Lucille. 'Her Majesty' always expects to be waited on hand and foot. She’s very difficult to be around, and most people say she has the devil in her heart. Oh well, all things must pass, and some day Aunt Lucille will too. As they say, everything has a beginning and an end. But she does give wonderful gifts. Last year she gave me this gorgeous replica of a glass onion dome from the Byzantine period. And she is my aunt and I love her.
Well, I’ll close for now. I’m so tired and I need to slow down. Keep in mind, anytime at all you want to visit, there’s a place for you. It’s been a long, long, long time since you were here. But I know if I needed someone, you would be here in a second. Wait! I just had an idea! You can visit on your birthday. But if you do that, I think your mother should know. By the way, how is Anna? Does she still have her organic gardens? Is she still working the soil, at what seems like eight days a week? I can see her now, tending her flowers, fixing a hole for the next beautiful tree. And the fruit she grew was so beautiful! She had strawberry fields forever, as far as the eye could see. You really are mother nature’s son! Here’s something for you to think about: As your mother gets older, you may have to return home more often to help carry that weight of the gardening.
Now don’t let me down, and don’t pass me by - and, honey, don’t wait to visit when I’m sixty-four, ‘cause you won’t see me here. I plan to spend my later years on a beach somewhere in that good day sunshine, living in a yellow submarine, with I, me, mine, and the sun king! I’ll follow the sun until I’m at least ninety! I had a check-up the other day at the clinic and Doctor Robert Maxwell’s silver hammer reported my reflexes to be in tip-top shape. Sometimes, though, the good doctor can get a little too chummy, if you know what I mean. In fact, he said to me, "Martha, my dear, you are a honey pie. I was lost till there was you. The inner light is shining brightly within you; without you I don’t know what I would do!" Mmm..., I need to say to him, "You like me too much! And we need to forget about these things we said today!"
I hope to hear from you soon. And remember, no excuses - you know what to do - you know my name, look up the number. Remember to pray for peace - because war is nowhere, man. Hopefully, someday we can say, Happy Xmas - the war is over. Tomorrow never knows! We have to realize that all you need is love. So, hello, goodbye, and I would love you to wish your family a Happy Christmas from me. The End. Good night!
All my loving,
Martha
P.S. I love you.
i had lots of free time too 
