Susan Marie Molloy

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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.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Adam and Eve on Raft (Excerpt from “Grapes Suzette”and Free Chapbook)

Pink Rose Sketch 2

Following is an acrostic poem, which means that each line starts with each letter in the title, in order.  This type of poem doesn’t have to rhyme.

Adam and Eve on a Raft” is diner slang for two poached eggs on toast. It’s a light fare, and temptingly delicious!

Adam and Eve on a Raft

All I want is to break my fast, and
Doughnuts won’t do.
All I want is eggs on plain toast, you see.
Muffins in the English style
Are for another day, as are
No waffles, no ‘cakes, no popovers.
Dry, plain toast cradling two
Eggs, poached, are the
Vittles to my liking, so
Eggs is what I’ll get
On a white china plate.
No sausage, no ham
And no links or bacon. hence
Raisin toast will rule another day.
All I want is breakfast, so to
French toast I say “Non!” but rather, “Yes!” to plain
Toast that makes the raft for Adam and Eve.

This, and more of my tasty poems, are available in my poetry chapbook, “Grapes Suzette: And Other Poetic Epicurean Delights” through Amazon Kindle. You can pick it up for FREE February 15 and 16, 2018.

Bon Appétit!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.



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: Cute German Postcard

As I keep going through my family photographs and memorabilia, I find more unusual things.

Mixed in with my uncle’s things, I found this cute German postcard from some time right after World War II:
It’s interesting to see firsthand the things he thought were purchase-worthy and important enough to keep for all those decades after the war.

There are other postcards of this same style within his keepsakes (I remember seeing them), which I will share here when I get to them.

I hope you enjoy this.

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