Susan Marie Molloy

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I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch

My mom used to sing this little song to us kids when we were little “I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch”. The song came out in 1946 by Johnny Kimano, Billy Faber, and Maurie Hartmann. You can listen to a version HERE by Arthur Godfrey.

I thought of this song the other day when my beau and I took a walk around a nearby town, and we saw pots of petunias peppered around. As winter works toward its end and spring gets ready, here are a few pots of petunias getting a jump start on springtime:
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At the Movies: “Samson”

Samson. The Original Superhero.

General plot: A man is given superhuman strength by God so the man can save his Danite people; based on the Book of Judges (13-16).

My Opinion: It was a good presentation, if you can get beyond the film’s depiction of Samson as Mattell’s superhero character, He-Man. I say this because, when Samson asks God for strength to slay his enemies, his intonation and body language is very reminiscent of He-Man screaming, “By the power of Grayskull . . .”. I could not think otherwise each time I saw Sampson on the silver screen scream his plea and his hands and body shaking mightily.

The Players:
Taylor James was an OK Samson.
Jackson Rathbone was a good, evil Prince Rallah. (NOTE: Rathbone is a distant relation of the actor Basil Rathbone.)
Billy Zane was a cartoon, laugh-out-loud King Balek.
Lindsay Wagner was Samson’s mom, and not the Bionic Woman.

Conclusion: When my beau and I returned home to our cottage, we dug out the 1949 version of “Samson and Delilah” with Victor Mature, Hedy Lamarr, George Sanders, Angela Lansbury, et al. We compared the two movies. I liked the 1949 version much better because it is lush, its characters have depth, and Mature’s Samson comes across more reverent and masculine.

So, the 2018 version is OK, and I like the 1949 version much better.

By the way, there were only 5 people in the theater at the showing we were at.  Interesting.

That’s pretty much how I saw the plot of the latest Biblical-themed movie at the show on its opening day this past Friday. This is my serious review of “Samson,” not a satirical panning as I did with my review of “Winchester.

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Joy in February, Joy in Lent, and Just Plain Joy!

In a way, this was a slow week for me, and that was nice. I got over the flu thing pretty much from all the rest I took. Yay.

While I rested, my Kindle was busy serving me up with a lot of short stories and poems. It made for good reading, even on those nights I couldn’t fall asleep. It’s surprising how many good works I found from new authors. So, resting can be productive in its way.

We took The Chariot (our car) in for its routine oil change, and on the way back home, we finally stopped at the little Polish Deli near our cottage. I was in Heaven! I picked up some fresh kiełbasa, a link of kiszka, and two pounds of pierogi (one with kapusta and one with cherries).The lady at the Polish deli seemed to be tickled pink at my excitement at finding the deli. Truthfully, it’s difficult to find anything Polish (food, culture, et cetera) where we live now, in the South. Back home in Chicago, you’d have no problem at all. I’m all Polish; by the way, it’s part of my heritage, and I like keeping up with my family’s traditions.

I felt a little girlish, a lot giddy, and so darn overjoyed that I now have a place to get the foods I normally don’t make at home from scratch. I can make the pierogi, but I’m looking for a good kiełbasa recipe (and the sausage attachment for my Kitchen Aid mixer).

On Valentine’s Day, we got a lovely card from my aunt. Not a bad return on the LOVE. I talked with her for a good hour – so much to catch up on! – and my beau and I had a quick lunch at the country club that’s just down the street from our cottage.

Anyway – it was a good week, and I hope yours was good, too.

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Back in Time: A Baby’s Valentine

I enjoy hunting, specifically hunting for old keepsakes. There’s the excitement of finding things one might not see anywhere else, except for a small-town museum or in an antique store. And, when I’m lucky, I’ll find something incredibly useful for my home. It’s partly how I am furnishing our cottage, and at better prices than cheesy brand new crapola from China.

Several months ago, my beau and I headed out to an estate sale, which promised a slew of books and sewing notions I was curious about.

In one of the bedrooms where the sewing notions were up for sale, I found this undated, possibly late 1920s or very early 1930s, Valentine’s Day postcard:

You can see that the red ink has faded.

On the reverse is this handwritten sentiment: “This being June’s first Valentine’s Day, I wish her many, many happy ones. With love and kisses for her. Mama Jahony.”


I know that the postcard belonged to the lady at whose house this estate sale was being held. I don’t know if the postcard’s sender was her mom or grandma. It’s hard to guess.

You probably can guess how surprised I was that no one in the lady’s family wanted the postcard. Maybe she didn’t have kids, maybe she didn’t have nieces and nephews. All I know is that it is worth to me what I paid for it.

I couldn’t stand the thought that it would be thrown out as garbage.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

And if by chance, (Baby) June is still alive, Happy Valentine’s Day, June!

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Back in Time: Camp Kilmer

For a while now, I’ve been busy with getting all my family photographs and memorabilia sorted, organized, and put in their places. This project has been going on for a few years already. So much to still do—

Following are several postcards from Camp Kilmer, New Jersey that was in my uncle’s boxes. He served with the United States Army just after The War (that’s World War II), and he was also stationed overseas in Germany to help with rebuilding.

Camp Kilmer was activated in June 1942 as a staging area and was in New Jersey. It was named for the poet, Joyce Kilmer, who was from New Brunswick, New Jersey. He was killed in World War I (by sniper) during the Second Battle of Marne/Ourcq while serving with 69th Infantry Regiment.  He was posthumously awarded the French Croix de Guerre for his bravery.

The camp was part of an installation of the New York Port of Embarkation. It was organized as part of the Army Service Forces Transportation Corps. During World War II, troops were quartered at the camp to prepare for transport to the European Theater of Operations. In fact, it became the largest processing center for troops heading overseas and returning from World War II; there were over 2.5 million soldiers processed through there. Camp Kilmer officially closed in 2009.

Besides my uncle, New York Yankees Joe DiMaggio and comedian Red Skelton, all served with the Army, and were temporarily assigned to the Camp. DiMaggio autographed baseballs for wounded soldiers and gave hitting and fielding lessons, while Skelton made unannounced visits to the hospital. Knowing my uncle, he probably had a grand time playing guitar and making his fellow soldiers laugh with his fun sense of humor.

I hope you enjoy the following postcards and this peek into the past:

And here is a photograph of Kilmer in uniform:

Joyce Kilmer: December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918.

(General information on Camp Kilmer and Joyce Kilmer was gleaned from the National Archives and from the Poetry Foundation.)

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