What is Mother?

12:30 PM Greeting by Reverend Byron Miller
12:35 PM Psalm 121 by Rev Miller
12:40 PM Lord's Prayer by Assembled in Unison
12:45 PM Eulogy for Mom by Patrick Darnell
12:50 PM Reflections -- by Hunter Paniagua -- by David Darnell -- by Bernadine Foster
1:00 PM Sermonette by Rev Miller
1:10 PM Closing Prayer

In Loving Memory

Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell

Born

December 3, 1926

Entered into rest

April 19, 2013

Houston, Texas

Celebration of Life Services

The Chapel of SouthPark Funeral Home

12:30 PM

April 24, 2013

Officiating 

Reverend Byron Miller

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A Eulogy for Mom

Some of you know Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell as your coworker. Others know her as your party planner. Some know her as their dance partner. The board of Directors knew her as that fastidious worker. You might have caught her style as she walked the runway at the Country Place style show. Maybe you see her in her yard. You might see her praying with her church circle. Many know her as your top secret confidante. Many, many know her as that ravishing beauty. I don't often use the word ravishing, but in Mom's case she is.

But you see, Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell is my Mother!

She bore me, she named me with her heart of hearts husband, and she raised me.

My brother and sisters know of what I speak.

Most important to me is that Mom always speaks the truth. Jerre Darnell always tells the truth. That is her way. The truth isn't always the most popular thing we want to hear. Sometimes when she said those truths, it would make me want to run and hide. And she always stuck to her guns. If you fidgeted, she tells you to sit tight. If you tried to pull her away from her important task, she tells you to hold your horses.

When conversations become nonsensical, Mom relies on her maternal wisdom. Her truth statements have become pearls in her children's, grandchildren's, and great-grandchildren's lives. Mom's wisdom, you see, comes back to her.

Mom and her steadfast friend, Robert, are blessed with long lives, 67 years of which they have been husband and wife.

What is Mother --

what is Mother,
without her house
and her child?

Her babies
are born and grown
in her domicile

Many houses
Mom has known
Many seeds she has sown,

Where she settled
she made it her own.

As years gathered numbers
some ideals are put to rest
her children, now with children,
are wiser, never alone, at best,
for Mother journeys with us ...

See all their bright little faces
Hear their falsetto voices,
... full of trust, truth, and whim,
Creating such a din.

Thank you all for coming.

Patrick Darnell

Truncated History of future Moon Base “New Australia” 2108

Goat Heads of the Mists  Out of the mists Ascend goats Toppling cairns Riding magma moat Of conformation And advent Amid new Tibetan craters Stiffened n’ arched spines Hoofed charger, ramming speed Radiant goat heads butting, butting Sure-foot woolen beast Carved in stone Circumstance and path Origins of goat alphabet Goateed alphabet of rut In New Australia 2108 The Hitchhiker Turning the tables Always led to Increase in hitchhiking Why? Due to turn-about Is still fair-play Canyon freckled Creation reckoned Space time beckoned Journey on spinning spheres Litany of courage Frailty of flash Hounded, lest forgotten Satan shackled at last Creation ending Creation unfolding Only restart of something Rewind and fast forward Woolly barber intending well shearer Lamb of God Reckoned beaker Promise perfect Garden lair and Rams’ pairs Creation of mist Ram heads in the air Sun not up yet In dawn haze She is there; She is there Horned owl, winged lion Catching frog eyes To swallow Drops down Plucks them From grassy hideaways Fills her gullet Sharp her eyes Sharper talons Her direct flight Efficient and fruitful Sends chills down A morning spine Rabbits run across lupines on Grandmother’s grave stop abrupt, give vigil gaze ...above in predawn predation haze First light; she splinters off To her loftier nest full of Owlets, hungry For rat, frog and fish -- Life evident birth Burdened with Myth Owl knows well that night is Living history of moon light Lunar specter as light reflector Like an hour of darkness laser Moon has been burdened As accurate metaphor for Satan Masquerading as source of light But really only reflecting some True light down on paths Of those living in darkness -- Truth eclipses comparison but Satan was shackled by the Son Explorer Pygmy rock bounder Horned errant As mists lifts Burning away Stratified Immersed Pledged woolly robed visitor In secrets earnest To charge enemies who Advance in truest form Train eyes sternest Cry: "Forward -- “No retreat” Woes freighted As traumas converge Valor splendid On shoulders In morning mists As moon and sun Set and rise

with moon wind between ram heads Filling sky Barely above mists Eye on eye Brains of rams and goat heads of the mists leaping in sixth sense high flying in gravity sixth The Naked Stalk Mote, threshed loosed chaff Dry grass, sodder Stalks of grain, straw, Stubble of Naked husk To settle forth Vapors Chaff Lecherous she-things seem to steam out of walls, and seams And even from books Acting on treachery Everywhere -- Even from her regard In possession of she-brain She-goat Elizabeth Mourns the mist ‘Must we wake to mist? Every morn?’ She asks Brother Charles And Freddie Fodder Self interestHeightened senses, much like, Reality is no reality... surrounded by gravity So must pass through Deaf, dumb processing Go they, so, virtually Real, eh... And that’s not all There is self service It is complicated, much like, "Who said we should clip wings "And tag bears "And skin leopards ?" Some curse of dust moon settlers continue to live under Proceeding with others’ wishes Like once was said -- It is complicated Much like Freemasonry, and cults of fertility How else could well meaning descendant's' of Baal find redeeming lives than by staging robust migrate to Lunar Base 2108? Too many replications Destroy antidotes No one will baby sit Like billy goats No being does-- No caste has gone this remote New Australia A goat kissed the mist Her name is D V Dram, She was looking for 2020 exhibits on Main At Chevy Chase Ray in New Cairo, Siam She did a quick search On her Bic.surgeX To match the beast At her feet, on its leash With something Recognizable of late In her "Lunar Navigator Correlative plates" As missionary to moon Her mission had been Preach -- teach -- reach But how If she could not even Understand The primal screech or errant bray Of a flawed speech How D V Dram Worried for her kind The boulevard Was vacated at this time But a large building Was teeming With fellow goat-herds seeming To cajole and work So there she commenced To investigate the edifice where The sign read "New Australia Public Works and Metal Bending Relics and Attributes Division" Loud equipment Being run by Even louder natives Conveyors fed presses Up and down went machines Banging thunderously Into their bases Where from afterward Bent metal shot out Onto belts and rollers To where sparks flew As parts got welded D V Dram’s wrist vibrated To show her the implicated Match to her query of late "It is a Dog-Cat,somewhat matriculated" "Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.." Ecosystem Evidence What truly is Remarkable There is an entire ecosystem Living collective, in and under The "Public Works and Metal Bending Relics and Attributes Division" Factory floor of Moon marble where giant plants have rooted growing great leaves fluted Covering large stipules Sticking out and being Cross fertilized By hummingbird spicules Actually clones of hover Drop tiny substance On the flat leaves where Large slugs scoot along stems and roots slurping up droppings and algae peanut shells, and grimy Nicotine scale -- while Winged butterflies follow Their sluggish friends And poke in turn in the dust on pollen laden heads Of hummingbird's Circles of oily fungi Form in the slug slime Growing into mushrooms Of lunar kind Microscopic inspection Would doubtless reveal An entire sub-visible thrill Of thistle and seed Typical of nature's industry Of outback flotsam and debris Underway now for a century UBILAM Just so we are all up to speed -- On the same page, Concerning chaos of age -- Noting its all the rage online with settlers of "New Australia Lunar" Stage Is not a gate of heaven by any sage... Goats had hitchhiked To lunar surface early And Goat DNA had Entered the "Errol Morris Clone Factory" accidentally And today was Day of the Dead On Ubilam Beach, where their leader calls out namesof passed away beloved "Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam "Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --" Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat Calling out names of his dead And departed relatives The new races Of New Australia Were exceptionally strict Well-measured and manicured Almost Draconian ticked They established a cemetery for pets And a thin blue line For security They held festivals regularly Such as: Misters of Death Like today, and Fogs of War, And, Mists of Plutonium Or, Holographic Holocaust horror Also, was a day of Locusts and The Squid and the Whale And the naming by Bursar stopped... Even now As new Goat Herds Trippingly Pronk And roust Bounding in the kettle moraine Of lunar surface One of best times in their Golden era was 7 x 6 Lunar cycles of childhoods pre-Time when pupae Out-birthed as humanoids Into conditions favorable And not toxin to clones Mixed with mountain stock Of venerable RAM’s analog As factors allow Childhoods to reach fruition In accordance of some singularity Known as pre-bang mechanics Abiding no longer Just as a mental construct But as a mistake of science Achieving furtherance Through moderate living attribute Of environmental factors and With pollutants in abate Meeting effectively all appraisal For lunar base New Australia 2108 by Patrick Darnell, 05.31.2008 ______________________________Reference Some Links: Goat Heads of the Mists gets my goat Richard Berry – Friday, February 08, 08 http://timea.rice.edu/index.html Cairo PHOTOS Please visit the Mystery Topic Challenge Blog to view all of the other entries. Once you've read them all, please be sure to vote HERE for your favorite. Or click on these to read from here: Mr. President Some Go Softly

Recently I found a news clip and article on NASA gearing up for a new moon mission. This time it’s hoping to build a lunar city. Right now it’s mainly for scientific purposes, but years from now, who knows? If anyone’s interested, you can find the news clip and article here: http://sunnydreamer.net/aprjun2008/lunar_cities.shtml : http://sunnydreamer.net/ It’s 100 years later, after NASA’s inital lunar city mission. People have started to colonize the moon. You are among the colonists. Write about your reasons for leaving Earth, why you like or hate living on the moon, and any adventures you had the first month you moved there. If that’s a lot, you can just focus on a part of this challenge; that’s all right too.

doodlebug has sent you a link to a blog: daddy, i loved your writing :) the photos were trippy as well Blog: MooPig Wisdom Post: MTC 12 "Unsettling Settlers" Link: http://moopigwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/mtc-12.html http://lunar.gsfc.nasa.gov/moonfacts.html

Mom

It's how we slip away
Little did we know
That you would one day
... leave us here alone

You were the most beautiful
we had ever seen
life was merciful
... you left no un-turned stone


Patrick Darnell

Sleeper Movie Review

Imagine our future
as seen in this Woody Allen suture
Apes don't read philosophy
so each one could be out for one's self ...
... , our future was sunny
Maybe back when,
Woody Allen was funny.
by Pat Darnell

It was late one early night
we were watching "Sleeper" on the tube--
you know, with Keaton and her Silly putty nose ...
She claims two positions and trends:
... 'Sex' and 'Death' as harbingers --
presage to what will become --
but as those two ideas intend ...
... already have been done, ... yes, dead ringers,
That,
When it comes to an end ... we wish it to go on.

Elm Street is much changed
Robots like HAL, the avenues roam,
getting confused at crossroads
just like humans getting hanged --
like Jurors' contrasting impressions,
Ambivalent as Nietzsche tomes ...
... adverse to change in direction,
... static as gnomes

By the way;
Sleeper never sleeps and,
whatever he eats, he slips on --
like it cannot be real,
because peels and rinds remain behind ...
with giant chicken,
which prompts the plot to thicken
and creates apprehension ...
... about His POD left around to satisfy
His pons ... Woe is me ...

Di's and Wood's very funny troubles
often bring out their stunt doubles --
like His new robot dog pet, Tricky-woo,
when Sleeper gets his brain rubbed out
-- Puppy is a true sport too ...
as its command is his master's wishes ...
... makes one question about:
'Say, what about the fishes?'

We wonder why
She disbelieves He;
... because later He disbelieves She;
all because 'Big Brother ...
... redesigns their pedigrees;
so that two equals three --
'Till the end we are a'swirl,
but thankfully, in final scene ...
da' Boy kisses da' Girl.

[pd\Bryan TX\04.16.2010]
Patrick Darnell