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When journalist Natalie Zett received a mysterious family manuscript, she had no idea it would lead her to her long-lost Aunt Martha – a 19-year-old victim of the tragic 1915 Eastland disaster in Chicago. What began as a deeply personal quest to understand her aunt's story transformed into a mission to preserve the forgotten stories of over 800 souls lost that day. Through a combination of journalistic expertise, genealogical research, and what she calls "listening to the departed," Natalie shares how she's uncovering the human stories that have been overshadowed by the famous shipwreck. Listen as we explore how family history research can bridge generations, heal old wounds, and sometimes give voice to those whose stories are waiting to be told.Listen to Natalie's podcast at:FlowersInTheRiver.com〰️

Lately holiday gatherings that can feel like emotional minefields have been weighing heavy with a lot of my clients. Listen, I get it - there's Aunt Martha asking why you're not wearing a wig, your well-meaning mom hovering over every bite you take, and maybe those relatives who just can't stop giving their "expert" medical advice. We need to talk about this! Not just the surface stuff, but really dive into what's happening in our brains during these moments and why we react the way we do. In this episode, I'm sharing everything I've learned about taking back your power during these moments - from the incredible research of Dr. Tara Swart about how we're influenced by the five people closest to us (hello, holiday family tree!), to the practical tools I've developed through my own cancer journey. We're going to talk about real situations, real emotions, and real solutions that work, even when you're feeling overwhelmed. You've got more power than you realize, and I'm going to show you exactly how to tap into it, especially during those challenging family moments. Remember, you get to choose how you want to show up, no matter what anyone else brings to the table. So grab your favorite cozy drink, find a quiet spot, and let's dig into this together. Trust me, by the end of this episode, you'll have a whole new perspective on those holiday gatherings - and more importantly, on your own power to handle them.   What You'll Learn How your brain's amygdala influences emotional reactions during family gatherings The science behind why certain family members trigger stress responses Understanding and applying Dr. Tara Swart's People Tree concept Practical techniques for maintaining emotional boundaries during holidays How to integrate Laura Lummer's "Regroup" principle into family situations Science-based strategies for managing holiday stress as a cancer survivor   Key Topics Covered

A Humorous Victorian Ghost Story for Christmas Set against the charming backdrop of Cornwall's picturesque villages and folklore-filled hedges, "The Vicar's Ghost" by Lucy Farmer weaves a tale of intrigue and whimsy. During a Christmas visit, Lucy, her son Charley, and Aunt Martha become embroiled in a series of mysterious events at the vicarage. Charley's sighting of an enigmatic clergyman leads to Aunt Martha revealing a local legend of a vicar who died many years ago and whose ghost is said to return each year, accompanied by eerie disturbances. As a winter storm brews, the story transforms into a light-hearted romp, reminiscent of a Victorian-era adventure, with the community rallying to solve the mystery. Unraveling the tale, Lucy and her companions discover that apparitions might not be as supernatural as they seem, hinting at Victorian times being unexpectedly "progressive." The story unfolds with a blend of humor and suspense, reminiscent of a playful detective story. As secrets hidden as a silver sixpence in a Christmas pudding come to light, it becomes clear that truth is sometimes stranger—and more delightful—than fiction. The captivating conclusion leaves both the characters and readers pondering the charming complexities of reality and folklore. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today Parents is tackling this same topic this week—and our listeners' advice is quoted! Moms are challenging the idea that they are the sole keepers of holiday ‘magic' It's hard not to feel like we've got to be doing ALL the things at the holidays, especially when social media tells us we should be. Here are some tips for taking perspective at the holidays and operating in "high magic, low effort" mode. Co-hosts Amy Wilson and Margaret Ables discuss: pre-gaming with your (older) kids about the preferred responses to less-preferred gifts starting with what family members really do love most about the holidays (their answers will surprise you) why you don't have to go the Nutcracker, or lights at the zoo, or Aunt Martha's house, this year, let alone every year SNL's "Christmas Morning" sketch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOVCtUdaMCU Read all of our listeners' great advice on the original Facebook thread... and here, as promised, is Amy's recipe for the Italian pepper cookies that seem to be unique to northeast Pennsylvania... Italian Pepper Cookies (makes about 72 cookies, more if they're small) 1/2 cup Crisco  2 cups of milk or water (or more if needed) If dough is really sticky you can add a little bit more of milk 1/2 lb. raisins  1 cup cocoa 2 1/2 cups sugar 4 tbsp. baking powder 7 cups of flour (add more if needed) 1 1/2 tsps. cinnamon 1 1/2 tsps. cloves (not whole) 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla 1 1/2 tsps. black pepper (if you don't want them too spicy, you can cut back on the pepper, I never do though) Optional, you can add nuts or I've seen people add chocolate chips too. We aren't big nut eaters, so I've never made them with nuts. Preheat oven to 375 Cream sugar and Crisco together in a bowl  In a different bowl, sift together all the dry ingredients. Add sifted dry ingredients to creamed sugar and Crisco alternately with milk. Mix well. It will be very sticky, it's easier to work with your hands. I usually coat my hands with some Pam to be able to work the dough. Add your raisins and mix it up more.  Using your hands, take enough dough to roll a small ball (my mom likes them big, I like them smaller) Place cookie balls on your cookie trays (I usually fit around 16 on a tray, all depends on the size of your cookie balls)  Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes. Icing: 2 cups confectioner's sugar 1 to 2 tablespoons milk 1/2 teaspoon butter splash vanilla For icing: Mix together all ingredients, adding milk until achieving creamy consistency, not stiff. When cookies are slightly cooled, top with icing. Sign up for the What Fresh Hell newsletter! Once a month you'll get our favorite recent episodes, plus links to other things to read and watch and listen to, and upcoming special events: http://eepurl.com/h8ze3z We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on our website: https://www.whatfreshhellpodcast.com/p/promo-codes/ What Fresh Hell is co-hosted by Margaret Ables and Amy Wilson. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Santa, Elf on the Shelf, gift exchange, holiday, holiday shopping, holiday gifts, mom friends, funny moms, parenting advice, parenting experts, parenting tips, mothers, families, parenting skills, parenting strategies, parenting styles, busy moms, self-help for moms, manage kid's behavior, teenager, toddler, holiday recipes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Paul and Rose commit themselves to each otherby senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.CHAPTER 5We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that they'd ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our “hello's” then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Rose's screaming.We stripped each other, then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. “Oh no; only if I get to take care of you, too.” I pulled her around until we were in the classic “69” position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Rose's tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never before; as starving people at a grand feast. I licked Rose's silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing we'd done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. “I love you so much, Rose; more than I could ever tell you.” I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as “Regents Exams.” There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior I'd have a heavy load; English, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that I'd never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, I'd take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. “No, Paul; you won't need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. I've been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isn't that great?”“Yeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what we're doing so my parents know, too. I think I'm about to be killed.”“No you won't, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesn't. Mom said he wouldn't understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isn't that funny; someone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some D's once school starts again. Oh, Paul I'm so sorry. All I'm doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess I'm just nervous.”I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, “I'm sure I'm just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voice; even when you aren't making any sense.” Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasn't long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.“Paul, can we do it some different way?”“What would you like to do?”“How do animals do it?”I'm pretty sure that's called ‘doggie' for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. I'm sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but that's out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?”“I promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. She's a screamer like me, but she doesn't have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. I'm lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.”“I don't want to start an argument, especially as we're about to make love, but I think I'm incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but you're sexy as hell and your body; . Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadn't threatened to beat the living hell out of them.”Rose turned to face me. “Did you really do that, Paul?”“More times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows you're taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking?” I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.“Mind if I try something else new, Rose? I red about this in the Playboy Advisor, too.” I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.“Oh, Paul I never thought you'd do anything there.”“If what I red was accurate, you have many more nerve endings there than in your cunt and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?”“It felt pretty good when you touched it, but I don't think I'm quite ready. Are you angry with me?”I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. “I'm not angry, darling. I never want to do anything you're not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out?” I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admit; feeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heat; the wetness; the grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms “vaginal orgasm” and “multi-orgasmic” were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. “Oh Paul; I can feel it. It's so hot and there's so much of it.” I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.“Rose, what happened? Why didn't you scream?”“I did, but this blocked it.” She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. “It's a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.”“I don't know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew I'd done well by you.”“Paul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. There's nothing like the ones you give me.”I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasn't the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew I'd never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clear; bite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldn't say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but I'd actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.This wasn't our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. “Not tonight; I doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.”“Oh; want to bet?”“No! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.”“Okay, let's go.” She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.“Don't worry I'll have it ready for you by tomorrow night.” I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed he'd tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to school; my senior year and the football season.Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that I'd have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys weren't in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice I'd shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. “Mom; Dad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.”“Okay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?”“I'll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?”“I think you know that I'm Superintendent at St. George's Country Club. I'm also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought he'd make a good replacement for me.”“We think he should go to college.”“Yes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that I'm a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.“So, here's the deal: the Club will pay all of Paul's expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates he'll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year he'll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what I'll earn my final year. You seem surprised. There's a lot of responsibility in my job and there's a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paul's interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.”“How do you know he'll be accepted at Cornell? That's a pretty good school, isn't it?”“Yes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust me; he will be accepted.”We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didn't hurt that I'd earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.“Mom; Dad, I know you're wondering why Rose was here for this. Now you'll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once I've graduated, Rose and I will marry. She'll come to Ithaca with me. We can't stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that I'm in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by ‘long haul' I meant forever.”Rose spoke for the first time. “When we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt Martha; Uncle Stan, I've been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with Paul; forever.”“Where will you live, Paul?”“If we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. I've already cleared it with the Board President. We'd prefer to stay here with you while we're home, but if that's not possible we'll stay there. It's small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. That's right, Dad; Rose and I have made love almost every night.”“And I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didn't want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I don't have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks I'm still nine, but we will be together whatever happens.” I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.CHAPTER 6We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my mom's expression that she'd be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Rose's parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would say; and do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. “Mom; Dad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed.” She paused here for a reaction; there was none so she continued. “We want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.”I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. “What are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.”“Why, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.”“Why; because you're cousins; that's why!”“But we're not cousins. We're not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that we're not related in any way. There's no reason why we can't get married.”“I don't care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.”“With all due respect, Uncle Carl, we're both eighteen. Legally we're adults. You don't have the ability or right to deny us.”“I have the ability to throw you out of my house, don't I?”“Don't I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul; stay where you are. I'll be right back.” Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.“Well, what are we waiting for now?”“You'll see in a minute, Carl. Really; you should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.”“Well, I don't think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.”“Like what?”“They could be caught kissing by the police.” We all laughed. We couldn't help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what we've been doing. “What the hell was that all about?”Rose spoke to answer, “Daddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Don't think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.”“Ready? Ready for what?”“To make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every day; every single day.” His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.“Carl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and let's discuss this like responsible adults.” I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.“Do you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?”“If she became pregnant they'd just get married sooner and we'd have a lovely grandchild, but that's not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to what's going on around here.”“Yes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.”“How do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?”“If you took the time to talk with your children once in a while you'd understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit you'll remember that night, too. I woke you up and we; .”“Celia! Please!”“Oh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we haven't in months; and if you continue this idiotic argument we won't for another several months.”“But, this just isn't right.”“Daddy, maybe you'd prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse me; maybe even hurt me.”“No; of course not.”“I want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single day; every single day, Daddy? It wasn't you. Sometimes I didn't see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then red for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he red.”“I don't know; I really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances were; .” Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.“I thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasn't my cousin, after all. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so naïve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you don't I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL!” She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though she'd never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.“Okay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. “I'm sorry about earlier. I'm glad I didn't actually hit you.” He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Rose's hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year I'd also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but I'd have her after football practice and that would have to do.Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. George's Country Club after Dad's lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturday's game with Deer Park.We built an early lead using the same formula we'd used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didn't get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredible; almost enough to make me pass out; but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning red; I was bleeding, apparently badly.There's always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what I've been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. That's where I was headed now.I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.It was dark when I woke; my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. “Don't cry, Rose,” I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. “What's the diagnosis? Do you know?”She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, “It's a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.”“You'll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul,” Mom said, “then you'll need physical therapy. I'm sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrow; something about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. She's been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.”I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. “Oh, Paul I was so worried.” She hesitated when I groaned in pain. “I'll get the nurse. I'll bet you have to go, too.” She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shot; morphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.To be continued in part 4. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Everybody's got a YouTube channel nowadays, whether it's Larry showing you how to change that all important sprinkler head, Jennie taking the family dog for a walk, or dinner at Aunt Martha's house. There isn't much you can find you can't find on YouTube. However in our never-ending quest to make each moment of our listeners life's better than the last, we've scoured the internet and found one of the best railfanning channels on the world wide web. Delay in Block Productions was started by Drayton Blackgrove in 2011 and along with our very own Chris Wehman, we find out what it's like to be a premier track-side railroad videographer in North America. This is a great episode and one we're sure you'll enjoy.

Hey Y'all! Welcome back to Season 2 of the Hey Sis, Eat This Podcast! After a much needed 2 and half month hiatus, we are thrilled to start our second season with non other than the “STAR” of the show, Momma Ashley and her sister, our beloved Aunt Martha.  We kick off the first episode with Courtney, Whitney and Momma Ashley catching up about their time off from podcasting, sharing recipes, refrigerator organizing tips and new martini olive ideas. Courtney then feels the need to share her recent near death experience after sliding through her dog's diarrhea in the middle of the night and even has a video to share of the harrowing yet hilarious incident.  Next we are joined by Aunt Martha. Momma Ashley and “Aunt Marta” reminisce about their family and the love of cooking and entertaining that runs deep through multiple generations of women in their family.  We begin with stories about their maternal grandmother, Gram, who was known for constantly  throwing parties and hosting elaborate dinners. She was a founding member of the Silly Tillies dinner club, a group of friends who would rotate hosting dinner parties their entire adult life which lasted until the members were too old to continue. After Whitney's failed attempt to revive the Silly Tillies in LA, she is determined to bring it back to life and continue the legacy with her new circle of friends in Dallas. Possessing less of a passion for entertaining but a wonderful cook in her own right was Martha May, Courtney and Whitney's grandmother whom they lovingly called Ahmay. According to Aunt Martha, Ahmay was a self taught naturalist who had a passion for gardening and an insatiable desire to learn and teach others. Court & Whit hear first hand from their own mother and aunt what it was like around their childhood dinner table where good manners were strictly enforced but Billy the Parakeet was known to make the occasional appearance walking through the mashed potatoes. Then, after years of feeling like she can never live up to Momma Ashley's holiday expectations, Courtney confronts both her mom and aunt on the pressure she feels to recreate the “magical” Christmas they experienced as children in the 50's. Questions are answered and blame is placed all while deciding that July might be a better time to celebrate “the most wonderful time of the year!”  In true Hey Sis fashion, we're starting Season 2 with lots of love and laughter in this multi generational episode of family tales and favorite meals. Whether it's blue cheese, feta stuffed or just plain old green olives, pour that martini, shake it hard, make it dirty and say cheers to a new season of the Hey Sis, Eat This Podcast! Love You, Love Your Show!

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Season 2 Episode 12) Visiting AuntsThe Cleaver boys' Saturday afternoon carnival plans are disrupted when June's Aunt Martha comes for an unexpected visit. Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: / @leaveittobeaverpodcast

It isn't often you have a guest on a podcast who doesn't mind a Joker reference in the title. In fact, I didn't even ask Colin if it was okay that I called the podcast this, because I know he doesn't take himself so seriously that he would cringe at the reference to a morally dark character from a comic universe.And that's the theme of today's podcast. Why are we so darn serious? Is there some reason why we can't have fun, in our classes, in our language, in our hearts?Colin and I tackle this topic while laughing a lot and come up with some serious thoughts.KEY TAKEAWAYS:*The first few generations of yoga teachers here in North America had to fight for credibility within the professional space. I will never forget when I first started partnering with local medical pros there was a PT in my area who was astounded at the results her clients were getting when they saw me. I made her job easier. So she said to me “I am just going online and grabbing a yoga teacher certificate so I won't need you anymore”. That comment divorced me from the 1000s of hours of professional training I had up until that point and the 1000s more hours of skillset development I had from doing the work. And honestly, I don't know how much better our credibility is as a profession today. There is this joke that Marc Maron did on a comedy special that lives rent-free in my brain. He chooses to not make fun of yoga teachers (while making fun of us) because we are too sad to be mean to. Check out this Marc Maron clip and see what I mean. (the yoga teacher bit is 2 minutes in)*Our culty-adjacent and deep-crunchy behavior within the industry is something we need to address. While I am never going to tell you that sunning your perineum doesn't give you benefits–I am not a medical professional, just a woman who wants you to use some sunscreen on that area first; but that needs to exist separately from our everyday professional lives. Colin's theory that we over-compensate for those kinds of activities that exist within our spaces is spot-on. And when that happens, nobody wins.*Who speaks for yoga? THIS. This is the issue. Pop culture and social media represent us in a very different way than our normal working lives actually manifest. The loudest voices seem to be winning right now, but I believe that we can change that if we reframe and rethink how we interact within the online spaces, and how we represent our profession.*Colin & I both agree that we weaponize the philosophical aspects of the Yoga Sutras against each other within our spaces. Let's stop doing that, okay? I think that we need to unpack our attachment to moral superiority; and for many of us that can slide back to why we started our yoga practice in the first place. While I don't think most of us started practicing yoga because we wanted to feel superior to other people–I do think if we are honest with ourselves it is a little like why we feel passionate about recycling. We do it both because it is good for the planet and because we can smile just a little more smugly at Aunt Martha who uses all plastic everything at the dinner table. This can sound harsh, but trust me, when you take a deep wrestle with this idea it becomes so much easier to laugh at your flaws in a loving way. OF COURSE, we like feeling better about ourselves in comparison to others. Life is hard, even during the best of times, so give yourself and others grace that this internal motivation doesn't make us bad. It makes us human.*”In Your Hot, Naked, Goat Yoga Craft Beer class are you establishing consent?” That is my favorite quote of Colin's on this podcast. That, to me, is a vitally important question. Let's focus on the importance of the last part of that statement more than we do on vilifying the first.*Getting clear about what is marketing is an incredibly enlightening process. Remember, if you are a business, be it a brick-and-mortar, an online teacher, or an IC yoga teacher who travels around…everything you post online is marketing. Again. If you present as a business of any kind online, everything you post is a form of marketing. So saying what yoga “is” or what yoga is “for” are marketing statements first and foremost. Consider talking about yoga online in a way that doesn't mean you need a definition OR a prescription to sell it. We will talk more about marketing with the incredible Tristan Katz later this season. You are gonna love what they have to say.RESOURCESWorking In Yoga WebsiteWorking In Yoga NewsletterColin's InstagramSPONSORSunlight Streams BlogSunlight Apothecary

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Season 2 Episode 7) Beaver's RingA letter from Beaver's godmother, June's Aunt Martha, brings the young man an heirloom ring once belonging to Beaver's namesake, his great-uncle Theodore. But his parents forbid him to wear it to school because losing it would terribly upset his great-aunt and Beaver's troubles begin after his clever plan to show the ring to his school pals without actually "wearing" it there is derailed by creepy Judy Hensler.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast

You've heard our Nefarious Paul B rip this film to pieces for years!  Now we're rubbing his nose in it!  For our 140th podcast we're celebrating the 40th anniversary of Robert Hiltzik's Sleepaway Camp.  How will Cult Sensation Nick MacPherson react to that shocking conclusion?  Join us and find out!Show Highlights:01:00 Prelude to Terror...04:00  Eye Trauma...14:00  Boat Massacre...15:30  Aunt Martha...19:05  Creeper Chef...23:30  Scalding of the Century...27:40  Cracking Angela's Shell...28:45  Canoe Death...36:50  The Bees!!41:00  Deadly Shower...43:00  Curler in the Box...46:00  Archery...48:30  The Worst Mustache...50:50  The Great Reveal...59:20  Scoring the Film...70:00  Conclusion!  Thanks for Listening!

In the eleventh episode of season 2, Dr. U. Grant Baldwin, DBH, explores how community-based behavioral health organizations use integrated care models, how integrating behavioral health care impacts primary health services, and examines how integrated care efforts have enhanced access to care and improved the lives of patients. Panelists include: Kenny Martín-Ocasio, MS, CCWLS, was born in Brooklyn, N.Y. in 1963, and was raised in Puerto Rico. He came to Chicago at age 18 to resume his higher education and received his Bachelor in Arts, Special Education degree from Northeastern Illinois University in 1987, and a Master of Science in Health Services Administration in 1999. He has worked in the area of human services (substance abuse, mental health, domestic violence), and child welfare for over 32 years, and has dedicated his career to working towards the professional, social, economic, and educational advancement of minorities, especially Latinos and the LGBTQ community. He has served as president of the DuPage Hispanic Task Force, co-chair of the Latino Consortium, member of the Illinois Latino Agenda, the Latino Youth Action Coalition, and in the Cook County President's Latino Advisory. For the last ten years, as a board member of the Association of Latinos(as) Motivating Action, he fights for the equal rights of the Latino LGBT community. Kenny now serves as Senior Vice President of Community Integration at Aunt Martha's Health & Wellness. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/disruptors-at-work/support

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Alright Scary continues with the controversial (summer) camp classic from the slasher boom of the 80's, “Sleepaway Camp”! This video store staple is best remembered for a twist ending that hasn't aged well, but there's so much to say about Aunt Martha, Ricky, Best Supporting Queen Judy, the unabashed sleaze and overt homoeroticism, that distinct Jersey vibes, the unfathomable hotness of Gene, Susie Snell, and how else to interpret what this movie could (hypothetically) be saying about Angela. Want even more Alright Mary? Become a Matreon at the Sister Mary level to get access to our DRUK S5 coverage all season, plus movie reviews and past seasons of US Drag Race, UK, Canada, Down Under, Philippines and more.Join us at our OnlyMary's level for EVEN MORE movie reviews, brackets, and deep dives into our personal lives!Patreon: www.patreon.com/alrightmaryEmail: alrightmarypodcast@gmail.comInstagram: @alrightmarypodJohnny: @johnnyalso (Instagram)Colin: @colindrucker_ (Instagram)Web: www.alrightmary.com

Your pet always comes home@barrierbrewingco #beer #podcast #radioshow #taxidermy Co hosts : Good ol Boy Dave, Rev Mark, Good ol Boy Kendall, Good ol Boy Sparky, and Good ol Gal Julieanna SUDS  Episode – A brewery takeover with Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY. A wide range of beers in this flight. These beers would taste better if there was a distinctive NY accent. You've been searching for that perfect activity with Aunt Martha, and we introduce taxidermy with farm animals. Please make those reservations now, operators are standing by. We taste and rate the following beer from 1-5: All beer mentioned in this episode today is from Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY9:09      Kolsch 4.8% ABV SUDS-415:11    King Premium Lager – brewed with Bohemian pilsner and hopped with Hallertau Mittelfruh and Tettnang hops.  4.7% ABV SUDS-525:44    Rotational Bohemian Pilsner – brewed with Saphir hops 4.7% ABV SUDS-429:33    Money IPA –dry hopped with Citra, Azacca, Centennial and Simcoe hops.  7.3% ABV SUDS-438:09    Core IPA – brewed with Mosaic, Simcoe, Centennial and Bru-1 hops.  8.3% ABV SUDS-340:56    Try the Juice pale ale – 5.6% ABV SUDS-444:18    Crowning Achievement – Imperial Stout brewed with Decicco's and Crown bourbon barrel aged maple syrup.  12% ABV – SUDS-4 info@sipssudsandsmokes.com X- @sipssudssmokes IG/FB - @sipssudsandsmokes Sips, Suds, & Smokes® is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf.  Available on Apple & Google Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast.Check out Good ol Boy Dave on 60 Second Reviewshttps://www.instagram.com/goodoleboydave/Kendall was reviewing his exit strategy while recording this episode. Check out his blog at:www.beermakesthree.com Enjoying that cool new Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back Roads Download your copy here:https://amzn.to/2XblorcThe easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes” Credits:TITLE: Maxwell SwingPERFORMED BY: Texas GypsiesCOMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI)PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI)COURTESY OF: AudioSparx TITLE: FlapperjackPERFORMED BY: Texas GypsiesCOMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI)PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI)COURTESY OF: AudioSparx TITLE: Back RoadsPERFORMED BY: Woods & WhiteheadCOMPOSED BY: Terry WhiteheadPUBLISHED BY: Terry WhiteheadCOURTESY OF: Terry WhiteheadPost production services : Pro Podcast SolutionsAdvertising sales: Contact us directlyContent hosting services:  Earshot, Radio4All, PodBean

Your pet always comes home @barrierbrewingco #beer #podcast #radioshow #taxidermy Co hosts : Good ol Boy Dave, Rev Mark, Good ol Boy Kendall, Good ol Boy Sparky, and Good ol Gal Julieanna SUDS  Episode – A brewery takeover with Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY. A wide range of beers in this flight. These beers would taste better if there was a distinctive NY accent. You've been searching for that perfect activity with Aunt Martha, and we introduce taxidermy with farm animals. Please make those reservations now, operators are standing by. We taste and rate the following beer from 1-5: All beer mentioned in this episode today is from Barrier Brewing Company Oceanside, NY 9:09      Kolsch 4.8% ABV SUDS-4 15:11    King Premium Lager – brewed with Bohemian pilsner and hopped with Hallertau Mittelfruh and Tettnang hops.  4.7% ABV SUDS-5 25:44    Rotational Bohemian Pilsner – brewed with Saphir hops 4.7% ABV SUDS-4 29:33    Money IPA –dry hopped with Citra, Azacca, Centennial and Simcoe hops.  7.3% ABV SUDS-4 38:09    Core IPA – brewed with Mosaic, Simcoe, Centennial and Bru-1 hops.  8.3% ABV SUDS-3 40:56    Try the Juice pale ale – 5.6% ABV SUDS-4 44:18    Crowning Achievement – Imperial Stout brewed with Decicco's and Crown bourbon barrel aged maple syrup.  12% ABV – SUDS-4   info@sipssudsandsmokes.com X- @sipssudssmokes IG/FB - @sipssudsandsmokes Sips, Suds, & Smokes® is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf.  Available on Apple & Google Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast. Check out Good ol Boy Dave on 60 Second Reviews https://www.instagram.com/goodoleboydave/ Kendall was reviewing his exit strategy while recording this episode. Check out his blog at: www.beermakesthree.com Enjoying that cool new Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back Roads Download your copy here: https://amzn.to/2Xblorc The easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes”  Credits: TITLE: Maxwell Swing PERFORMED BY: Texas Gypsies COMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI) PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI) COURTESY OF: AudioSparx   TITLE: Flapperjack PERFORMED BY: Texas Gypsies COMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI) PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI) COURTESY OF: AudioSparx   TITLE: Back Roads PERFORMED BY: Woods & Whitehead COMPOSED BY: Terry Whitehead PUBLISHED BY: Terry Whitehead COURTESY OF: Terry Whitehead Post production services : Pro Podcast Solutions Advertising sales: Contact us directly Content hosting services:  Earshot, Radio4All, PodBean

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Actress, Author, Activist and Podcast Host, Jodie Sweetin (Full House, Fuller House) joins Joss to talk about Season 3 Episode 14: The Older Woman! Together, they discuss what would've happened between Larry and Aunt Martha if nobody walked in, why an older woman in the 70s is much different than an older woman today, and why Three's Company still holds up. Follow us on Instagram : @threescompanyrewatchpodFollow us on TikTok: @threescompanyrewatchpodFollow Joss: @joss.richardListen to How Rude, Tanneritos! A Full House Rewatch PodcastCouch Artwork: Morgan Gesell

Return to camp with Michael A. Simpson's Sleepaway Camp 2: Unhappy Campers (1988) which finds Angela killing according to Aunt Martha's conservative moral code. We're talking about Pamela Springsteen's performance (and Felissa Rose's absence), our love of Ally, and the film's status as a self-referential horror comedy. Plus: the lack of short shorts, poor editing, Molly's end, and debates if the laughs subvert the "trans killer" trope. Reference: > Cervantes, Reyna. "Finding Your Identity at Sleepaway Camp." Gayly Dreadful > Noecker, Miles D. "Let the Monsters Out of the Closet: Overt Queer Depictions in Hollywood Horror Films" (2022). Media and Communication Studies Summer Fellows. 28. Questions? Comments? Snark? Connect with the boys on Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Letterboxd, Facebook, or join the Facebook Group to get in touch with other listeners > Trace: @tracedthurman > Joe: @bstolemyremote Be sure to support the boys on Patreon!  Theme Music: Alexander Nakarada  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Episode 26) Train TripTraveling home from a visit to Aunt Martha, Wally and Beaver spend too much of their money on food in the train station and don't have enough left to buy their tickets.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast

Amy Barickman is the founder of Indygo Junction, a pattern company, featuring designs for home and fashion. She's the author of the best-seller, Vintage Notions and loves to discover vintage textile and needle arts treasures. Amy grew up immersed in the sewing and crafting business, spending hours at her mother's creative arts retail store working and watching the business evolve along with the trends. The seeds of entrepreneurship took root in Amy, and she started her business designing and marketing collectible teddy bears while still in high school. After graduating from the University of Kansas with a degree in art and design, Amy founded Indygo Junction in 1990 to publish and market sewing books and patterns and to showcase the work of leading designers. Amy's knack for anticipating popular trends has led her to discover more than 45 innovative artists and designers. Over her years in our industry, Amy has: published over 1200 pattern titles sold nearly three million book and pattern titles. licensed craft kits and fabric lines published over 80 books that have sold at stores throughout the U.S. and internationally. Amy, an avid collector, has one of the largest archives of vintage fashion and sewing books, images, and ephemera in the United States. This vintage collection is inspiration for many of Amy's modern patterns. Amy's research into sewing history led her to discover her muse, Mary Brooks Picken, the founder of The Woman's Institute of Domestic Arts & Science who was a fashion and sewing authority in the early 20th century. Amy realized she was compelled to share Picken's timeless work with modern audiences. That dream was brought to fruition when Amy published Amy Barickman's Vintage Notions: An Inspirational Guide to Needlework, Cooking, Sewing, Fashion and Fun. Vintage Notions is a treasury of the best lessons and domestic arts wisdom from Mary and The Woman's Institute. Amy recently had the opportunity to sell Indygo Junction to Prym Consumer USA, makers of Dritz® and Omnigrid® products. This change offered Amy the ability to focus on her passion for vintage made modern style creating content and products featured on AmyBarickman.com. She recently produced a series of online courses, showcasing the history of handmade which are focused on specific vintage textiles and notions. Themes range from Redwork Embroidery to Pearl Buttons, visit VintageModernMakers.com to see her Primer Courses. Amy has also jumped back into the pattern business, with a new format that includes access to online Bonus Video Content and Look Books to inspire the maker. 2023 has offered Amy another brand to build. ABCreative is her new joint venture with Colonial Patterns makers of Aunt Martha's Hot Iron Transfers. Her initial product launch is Treasured Threadz™, a series of fabric panels based on her collection of vintage art and textiles created specifically for upcycling with patchwork appliqué and small projects. Amy encourages the use of thrifted fabrics and embellishing favorites from your closet. Her signature technique for Fusible Patch Applique includes ideas for adding hand quilting and embroidery accents to her Treasured Threadz™ panels. Be sure to visit her blog to see her latest creative adventures! Find Amy: Website: amybarickman.com Vintage Made Modern Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/amybarickmansvintagemademodern/ Instagram: @amybarickman_studio YouTube: @amybarickman Check out Amy's Sulky Thread collections: Amy Barickman Designer Boutiqué - https://sulky.com/amy-barickman/

Leave it to Beaver Podcast (Episode 11) Beaver's Short PantsBeaver suffers the consequences when June's beloved Aunt Martha comes to stay at the Cleavers and sends him to school dressed in her idea of what a young boy should wear to school...an old-fashioned suit with short pants and cap.Make sure to like and follow our Facebook page and check us on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@leaveittobeaverpodcast#leaveittobeaver #beaver #jerrymathers #classictv #junecleaver #thebeave #stv #thebeaver #eddiehaskell #tvshow #classic #barbarabillingsley #tonydow #tvland

I'm sure last Christmas reminded you that the holiday season has turned rather commercial in recent decades. It's become a contest to see who can buy the biggest gift and spend the most money, and if Aunt Martha bought us something this year, we better make sure we get her something too. Possessions seem to be possessing us these days. What can we do? To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1425/29

Be the Aunt Martha you wish to see in the world. Special Guest: Anthony Hudson  Approachability: 4/10 ( 80s-style camp killer camp classic ) Content Warnings: Harmful Transphobic Tropes; Child death; Child Sexual Assault; Blood/Gore; Vomit Read BJ Colangelo's essay "Going Back To SLEEPAWAY CAMP: Revisiting The Problematic Classic" Next Week's Film  Patreon Live Stream Apr 15 @ 3pm ET: THE ORPHANAGE (2007) patreon.com/randomhorror9 RandomHorror9 T-Shirts! Hosts: Jeffrey Cranor & Cecil Baldwin (Find more of our work on Welcome to Night Vale) Editing: Grant Stewart Logo: David Baldwin Random Horror 9 Patreon YouTube, Twitter, Letterboxd, & Instagram: @RandomHorror9 We are part of Night Vale Presents  

This one features a lot of Michael doing detective work. Plenty of mystery, clues, chases…but most importantly – AUNT MARTHA! Tony Schaab from ScienceFiction.com is the Companion for Knight Rider. The Brandon Peters Show will return Monday (3/6) with SCREAM (2022), part of the Retrospective with Jessica Alsman and Greg McGoon. TECHNICAL INFORMATIONVocalsBrandon – Shure […]

IntroductionThere was a king of the Moabites named Balak and the children of Israel had just defeated the Amorites and were on their way to Moab. And the Moabites were afraid. So, Balak, the king of Moab calls Balaam, a man who had contact with the spirit world, to curse Israel. But Balaam could not curse them even though he tried several times and from different places.Numbers 23:16–20 (NKJV)16Then the Lord met Balaam, and put a word in his mouth, and said, “Go back to Balak, and thus you shall speak.”17So he came to him, and there he was, standing by his burnt offering, and the princes of Moab were with him. And Balak said to him, “What has the Lord spoken?”18Then he took up his oracle and said: “Rise up, Balak, and hear! Listen to me, son of Zippor!19“God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man, that He should repent. Has He said, and will He not do? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?20Behold, I have received a command to bless; He has blessed, and I cannot reverse it.What did God speak through the Balaam's mouth? That God is not like man to ever lie. Sometimes we humans lie, either on purpose to get out of a situation, or by mistake because we thought it was the truth. But God does not lie even by mistake. He doesn't say, “Hey, I've been here for so long that it slipped my mind when I said that.” Not so with God at all.A very polished way of preaching, but very subtle and false, is this: “No matter what happens, we know that God is faithful.” Please, allow me tell you what is encapsulated in this statement, something that is not explicitly said, but is implicitly intended: “Whether God will do what He has promised or not, He remains faithful.”All Christians claim that God is faithful until it comes down to something specific where they need proof that it works. As long as it is spoken in general, all agree that the Word of God is true. But when we need something specific from the Word to be fulfilled in our lives, we shy away with statements like: “Well, you can never really know anything for sure.” We say He is faithful because the Bible says so, and there is no way we can be born-again Christians unless we affirm it as the Bible does. But we find out if we really believe that He is faithful when we are faced with something that He has said and has not yet manifested in our lives.Outside the church, we know exactly what the words mean. But in the church of Christ, it's as if “the smoke and the glory of God overshadow us to such an extent” that words no longer mean anything. I hope you get the irony. For example, if someone outside the church takes a loan from the bank and, at some point, he stops paying the installments, he will be considered “unfaithful” by the bank, no matter how the economy and situations change. Why? Because that someone promised and signed a loan agreement with the bank that he would return the money regardless of changes in the country's economy and world's economy or in his financial situation.When it comes to God, we think completely differently without realizing it: “Well, God is God, even if He doesn't do exactly what He said, He is still faithful. He doesn't have to do everything he said, but He's still faithful.” And so, we shroud everything in a cloud of ungodly mystery and ambiguity, even demonic I might say. And we bring into the scheme all the pompous theological words to gain more credibility in our unbiblical claims, such as: “Well, God in His sovereignty may have decided to do something different in a certain situation than what He said in the Word.” And then the common people will tend to say: “I don't really understand anything this man wants to say, but he certainly knows more than I do because he went to the seminary. So, I'll believe what he says. ” The Definition of Faithfulness“God is always faithful” means that He will always do what He said He would do and He has already done what He said He would do.A simple definition of faithfulness would be this: “When you speak and promise something, you also do it.” God is always true to His Word. Faithfulness is not something like: you say one thing, and then if another idea comes to you, you do something else and still remain faithful. No, that's a lie. Verse 20 of the passage above says that once God has blessed something or someone, that blessing cannot be reversed. The blessing is irreversible. God's Faithfulness in SalvationGod said in Psalms 103:2-3,Psalm 103:2–3 (NKJV)2Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits:3Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases.Did God say that? Will He do that? Yes, of course.Has He forgiven all our sins even if we have done some very bad things or are still doing them? Yeah, sure. He has forgiven all our past, present, and future sins. How do we know this? Because He said so. Did He heal all our physical ailments? Yes, of course. How do we know this? Because He just said so in the passage above. But many Christians hold back when it comes to healing.As long as you don't have to see something tangible (like for example in the area of ​​forgiveness of sins), God is faithful. But when it comes to something visible (like physical healing), He is no longer faithful. We take no chances, because if nothing happens, then all eyes are on us. We are afraid.If someone receives Jesus in his heart, we lead him in the prayer of repentance. And if after a week that person comes and tells us: “I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel like I'm no longer saved” we probably ask him: “Well, why do you feel that way?” To which the person responds, “I just don't feel like God has forgiven me.” What do we usually respond as Christians at that time? “Well, I don't know what to say, maybe He hasn't forgiven you, who knows?” NO, not at all. But we will tell him: “You don't have to live by feelings. The Bible says in Romans 10:9-10 that if we make Him Lord, we will be saved. We live by faith and not by sight or feeling. We all have these feelings from time to time, but you don't have to dwell on them. These feelings must be ignored.”But what do we do when we get to financial blessing or healing, and we don't feel healed? Instead of saying: “I don't go by what I feel, but by what the Word of God says” – we say something like: “I trust God. He knows better what is good for me.” Now we are saying something different from what God said.In Luke 5:17-26, we see Jesus again as in Psalms 103:2-3, putting the forgiveness of sins on a par with physical healing:Luke 5:17–26 (NKJV)17Now it happened on a certain day, as He was teaching, that there were Pharisees and teachers of the law sitting by, who had come out of every town of Galilee, Judea, and Jerusalem. And the power of the Lord was present to heal them.18Then behold, men brought on a bed a man who was paralyzed, whom they sought to bring in and lay before Him.19And when they could not find how they might bring him in, because of the crowd, they went up on the housetop and let him down with his bed through the tiling into the midst before Jesus.20When He saw their faith, He said to him, “Man, your sins are forgiven you.”21And the scribes and the Pharisees began to reason, saying, “Who is this who speaks blasphemies? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”22But when Jesus perceived their thoughts, He answered and said to them, “Why are you reasoning in your hearts?23Which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven you,' or to say, ‘Rise up and walk'?24But that you may know that the Son of Man has power on earth to forgive sins”—He said to the man who was paralyzed, “I say to you, arise, take up your bed, and go to your house.”25Immediately he rose up before them, took up what he had been lying on, and departed to his own house, glorifying God.26And they were all amazed, and they glorified God and were filled with fear, saying, “We have seen strange things today!”Basically, what Jesus is saying here is that neither forgiving sins nor healing someone is an easy thing. Both are very hard to do. But in order to demonstrate that He has the power and authority to forgive sins (a thing that could not be tangibly proven in itself), Jesus heals the sick man (a tangible thing). In this way, Jesus shows that just as God's will for people is to forgive their sins and for this, He was going to give His life on the cross, in the same way, His will is to heal them physically. Therefore, physical healing was also included in the sacrifice on the cross along with the forgiveness of sins. Like ChildrenJesus says in Matthew 18:3 that unless we become like little children, we will never enter the kingdom of Heaven. What is the characteristic of the children that Jesus is talking about here? A child's blind faith in what his father tells him even if he doesn't see something right away. When a father promises his children that they will go to theme park or the circus, those children are already happy, as if they are going at that moment, just because the father promised them. But if that father is a bad father, he could tell them: “Oh no, we don't go to any parks anymore. I tricked you. I just told you that as a joke to see how you react.”God is not like that at all. He never says, “Oh, did I say in My Word that I healed you? No, it's not like that. Do you really take the Bible seriously?” I know, it may seem funny. But this is exactly how we think about God and relate to Him. God Is Sovereign All the TimeWe often hear the phrase: “God is in control. He is sovereign. God, in His infinite wisdom and sovereignty, knows that in this particular situation, something else would be better.” How many of us know that God was sovereign and had all knowledge when He made the promises as well? God has not gained new information from the time He gave us a promise to the time we need that promise.God didn't say something, and then later said, “Oh, I probably shouldn't have said what I said in such a libertine way. It will go to people's heads.” God knew all of us when He made the promises. Objections and Personal Negative Experiences“But what about that? With that man's situation? I have an aunt or an uncle who has not been healed or died, etc.” We all have or have been through similar situations. But the Bible tells us to walk by faith and not by sight.James 1:5–8 (NKJV)5If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives (only to some??) to all liberally and without reproach (you don't have to feel bad that He gave it to you), and it (might be given if it's God's will and if He is in a good mood??) will be given to him.6But let him ask in faith, with no doubting (don't even consider that it might not happen), for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind.7For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord;8he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.Notice how extreme and extravagant God is: He gives to all, generously, without rebuke or blackmail. He is absolute, clear, and pragmatic. And, in this passage, it is not only about wisdom, but about everything we ask from God. In verses 7 and 8, James makes the transition from one specific thing (wisdom) to all things in general, using terms like “anything” and “unstable in all his ways.”Then let's observe the apparent redundancy: “to ask in faith, without doubting.” There are two ways of thinking that always come into conflict. Let's say that someone is sick and has in his family an aunt Marta (fictitious name) who is also sick and has not been healed even though she prayed. And he also has an uncle John (also a fictitious name), who died even though he believed in healing. When that person wants to pray for healing, there will be two thoughts in his mind. “Lord, You said that by Your stripes I am healed and I believe (thinking number 1, full of faith), but aunt Marta was not healed, and uncle John died even if he believed (thinking number 2, with doubt).” That is why James says through the Holy Spirit to ask in faith, without doubting.Is it easy not to doubt? The concept is simple, but not easy. When pressure comes into our lives, it is also when our very loyal logic and past negative experiences (both our own and others') present themselves to our minds. But, we will never gain anything by not believing God.Another important thing worth mentioning here is that first comes the temptation to doubt and then the actual doubt. Being tempted to doubt does not mean that we have already doubted. But only if we begin to speak and act on that temptation to doubt, that's when we have committed the sin of doubt. The temptation to doubt, which can come at any time and to anyone, should not be confused with doubt itself.There is another type of prayer among Christians when they pray for others, a type of prayer through which man never makes a mistake, only God does: “Whatever is Your will, Lord, with this situation, Your will be done.” And whether the man is healed or not, or whether he dies or not, that prayer will always be fulfilled. It is a very prudent and safe prayer for man, but not for God. Or we pray in the following way: “Lord, You see that this person is struggling financially, and You know better why that is. Therefore, we now pray that Your will be done.”Jesus never prayed like this for people to get something from God. Have you noticed this? Yes, perhaps when we do not know God's will regarding a future situation or an important decision, we can pray this way, but not when we have His will regarding that situation revealed in Scripture. But do you know why we pray like that? Because we want to stay in the boat (like the other disciples) and walk on the water (like Peter did) at the same time. And this is not possible. Jesus didn't tell Peter to come to Him on the water, then 5 minutes later, in His sovereignty, changed His mind and let Peter sink, so that it wouldn't go up to his head and consider himself better than the other disciples. Peter began to sink because of his doubt. He began to walk on the waters in faith, but along the way he let doubt enter, because he had probably never heard of any other man ever walking on the waters. And when he also saw the waves around him, he completely succumbed to doubt. But, the Word that Jesus gave him, would have supported him to walk on the waters all the way to Jesus. How Do I Build My FaithRomans 10:17 (NKJV)17So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.Faith does not come by hearing or meditating on cases of people who have not been delivered, healed, or helped. We cannot allow ourselves to ask ourselves all kinds of questions like: “I wonder what happened in that situation and what was the reason why the person in question did not heal.”We also cannot command ourselves or force ourselves to have faith when faced with need and pressure. Faith is built before we face the need by regular meditation on the Word. Living by faith must be a lifestyle. You just expose yourself to the Word, and faith comes. At some point, in your mind and emotions, the Holy Spirit makes a “click” and your conviction becomes unshakable. We must acquire a tunnel-like mindset that only looks ahead at the light at the end of the tunnel (that is, what the Word says) and pays no attention to what it sees or feels around it.In Numbers 21:6-9 we read:Numbers 21:6–9 (NKJV)6So the Lord sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and many of the people of Israel died.7Therefore the people came to Moses, and said, “We have sinned, for we have spoken against the Lord and against you; pray to the Lord that He take away the serpents from us.” So Moses prayed for the people.8Then the Lord said to Moses, “Make a fiery serpent, and set it on a pole; and it shall be that everyone who is bitten, when he looks at it, shall live.”9So Moses made a bronze serpent, and put it on a pole; and so it was, if a serpent had bitten anyone, when he looked at the bronze serpent, he lived.I don't think it was that easy for the Israelites to look at the bronze serpent. Because while they had to look at that snake that Moses made, poisonous snakes were still crawling among them, coiling around them and maybe even biting them. However, God assured them that they would not die, but live, if they continued to look intently at that snake raised by Moses and not at what was happening around them. The Language Locates UsPsalm 91:1–2 (NKJV)1He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.2I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”Let's notice that in verse 2, the one who says about the Lord “He is my refuge” does not do it in the church, but in his personal life when he is faced with a problem. This is not about what we say or sing in a church service. It is only when we step outside the church that we realize what we really believe. We sometimes hear some Christians speaking in their daily life: “Wow, this and that happened to me and I'm done.” And if we try to say something from the Word, we receive the following reply: “Yes, let's see how it will be when you end up like me and go through the same situation.” This may or may not be true.No matter how much we think about ourselves as being spiritually mature, and knowing a lot, and having had a lot of revelations, or going to seminary, our everyday language locates us exactly where we are in our spiritual growth.Psalm 91:7 (NKJV)7A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; but it shall not come near you.The psalmist is not speaking here of people outside the church, but of people in the same church perhaps, our brothers and sisters (on our left and right), next to us, for whom the Word did not work. Maybe they got sick or died. And you remain firm in your faith and say: “it will not come near me.” The Truth Is Not With the MajorityNumbers 13:1–2 (NKJV)1And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying,2“Send men to spy out the land of Canaan (to see if they can take the land, or if I am going to give it to them, or if they like it and if you still want Me to give it to you???), which I am giving to the children of Israel; from each tribe of their fathers you shall send a man, every one a leader among them.”Notice that these spies were not ordinary people, but leaders. And God was saying one thing, and most of these spies were saying a totally different thing.Numbers 14:2–9 (NKJV)2And all the children of Israel complained against Moses and Aaron, and the whole congregation said to them, “If only we had died in the land of Egypt! Or if only we had died in this wilderness!3Why has the Lord brought us to this land to fall by the sword, that our wives and children should become victims? Would it not be better for us to return to Egypt?” (It was better when we were not saved and didn't know anything about this churchy stuff about faith)4So they said to one another, “Let us select a leader and return to Egypt.”5Then Moses and Aaron fell on their faces before all the assembly of the congregation of the children of Israel.6But Joshua the son of Nun and Caleb the son of Jephunneh, who were among those who had spied out the land, tore their clothes; (only 2 men of all those 12 spies were different, meaning aprox. 16%)7and they spoke to all the congregation of the children of Israel, saying: “The land we passed through to spy out is an exceedingly good land. (not just good)8If the Lord delights in us, then He will bring us into this land and give it to us, ‘a land which flows with milk and honey.'9Only do not rebel against the Lord, nor fear the people of the land, for they are our bread; their protection has departed from them, and the Lord is with us. Do not fear them.”God is not at all blessed to send Jesus to pay all this huge price and make all kinds of promises to us, and then having us not going and taking what has already been given to us. It does not bless God at all.When the spies came back, the people said: “Most of the spies, our leaders, said that we cannot take the land. Since 10 out of 12 said it, it must be true. They know what they are talking about, because they are also leaders. Even though we've come all this long way out of Egypt and even though God said what He said. ”If you assume the majority is right, you will almost always be wrong. Out of about 1.6 million Israelites only 2 entered the promised land, that is 0.000125%.When Jesus came to earth and preached the gospel to the people and to the Pharisees and Sadducees, did most of the people believe what He was teaching? NO. But who was right? They or Him? If you believed Jesus, you received life, and if you believed them, you received death.If we take a look at religious systems (and I mean even born-again Christians), many people in the body of Christ have education, but no revelation from the Word of God. Only someone with revelation will say, “What God said in His Word, He wants us to have. It belongs to us.”Numbers 14:9 (NKJV)9Only do not rebel against the Lord, nor fear the people of the land, for they are our bread; their protection has departed from them, and the Lord is with us. Do not fear them.”The two faith-filled spies did not see with their natural eyes that their protection was taken from the Canaanites, but by revelation and by faith.God waited for that whole generation to die in the wilderness. The people of Israel did not believe and because of this God turned them back into the wilderness towards the Red Sea and they wandered in the wilderness for 40 years until they died. The church is the same way today for the most part. But God us bringing the church again in these times close to Canaan and encourages us to enter the promised land. But will you enter, or will you decide to stay with the majority?Let's also think about the pressure on the next generation of Israel. Little John has grown up and is now an adult. And he remembers how his grandfather told him about the promised land that they would enter, but his grandfather died and he was unable to enter. “Why would I succeed?” is John wondering. Father and mother also died. Aunt Martha died. When we let doubts enter our minds, suddenly evidence is created to support our doubts. If that generation had looked at who didn't get in, they wouldn't have gotten in either. Faithfulness and Speech2 Corinthians 1:18–20 (NKJV)18But as God is faithful (or according to how faithful God is or the same way God is faithful), our word to you was not Yes and No.19For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you by us—by me, Silvanus, and Timothy—was not Yes and No, but in Him was Yes.20For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.God's faithfulness is closely related to His Word. He is faithful to His given Word. God doesn't say, “Yeah, I said that, but I've learned a lot since then and I know all about you.” Little by LittleIn Exodus 23:30, God told Moses that He would give him the land not all at once, but LITTLE BY LITTLE:Exodus 23:29–30 (NKJV)29I will not drive them out from before you in one year, lest the land become desolate and the beasts of the field become too numerous for you.30Little by little I will drive them out from before you, until you have increased, and you inherit the land.If we expect God to do everything for us in our way and we just enter the “land” without any opposition or fight of faith, we are mistaken. Little by little we enter into the great inheritance of salvation. Mind renewal doesn't happen overnight.

Vintage Classic Radio presents the weekly Sunday Night Playhouse, where we play classics from the golden age of radio from the 1930s to the 1960s. Description:  The 1947 radio adaptation of The Philadelphia Story by the Screen Guild Theater was an entertaining and well-crafted production that drew on the original story by Philip Barry. It featured a stellar cast of actors, including Cary Grant, Jean Adair, and Shirley Booth, who brought the characters to life with their skillful performances. The story follows Tracy Lord, a socialite who finds herself at the centre of a romantic drama involving her ex-husband, a tabloid reporter, and a penniless playboy. The production captures all the wit and charm of the original story, while adding a few delightful touches of its own. It is an engaging and delightful adaptation of an American classic that still captivates audiences today. Original release: March 17, 1947 Home station: CBS (until 1949) Notable Cast: Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord Cary Grant as C.K. Dexter Haven Jimmy Stewart as Mike Connor Marjorie Hoshelle as Liz Imbrie Bette Davis as Margaret Lord Richard Denning as George Kittredge Alan Reed as Macauley Charles Smith as Uncle Willie Martha Wentworth as Aunt Martha.

The Couple Next Door was a similar Peg Lynch radio series which aired on CBS Radio during the waning days of network radio, (December 30, 1957 – November 25, 1960) with Peg Lynch and Alan Bunce as the married couple. It reprised Ethel and Albert, but the new name was necessitated because Lynch had long since lost the rights to the original title. The CBS iteration was named “Best Daytime Radio Program” for 1959 by The National Association for Better Radio and Television. Listen to our radio station Old Time Radio https://link.radioking.com/otradio Listen to other Shows at My Classic Radio https://www.myclassicradio.net/ Podcast Service I Recommend https://redcircleinc.grsm.io/entertainmentradio7148 Remember that times have changed, and some shows might not reflect the standards of today's politically correct society. The shows do not necessarily reflect the views, standards, or beliefs of Entertainment

At the start of the month we posted a poll, you voted, and now your winner is here, the insanely fun Sleepaway Camp! Join us as we talk about the insane Aunt Martha, Darth Vader as a cook, a sleazy camp owner, and the crazy twist ending! Rate and review on your favorite podcast platform and find us on social media, Happy Halloween! https://linktr.ee/thefilmobsessedcouple

In this episode we have a special guest, our Aunt Martha. We delve into topics about our shameful drunk stories, our highs and lows of the week, and going up on stage at a concert! Thank you again if you continue listening to us we truly appreciate it.

The Gift of Life - Aging Well, Aging Smart, and Wisdom for the Journey is a book authored by Martha L. Henderson, GNP, D.Div., and Meg Mindell, LCSW. The life and work of Martha is the origin of this book. Camilla Taft Hicks, Martha's niece, in collaboration with Meg, brought the manuscript to publication after Martha's death. This book highlights the passion of the authors for celebrating the later years of life, just as the earliest moments in life are celebrated with so much anticipation and preparation.   In this episode, hear Camilla open the episode with the story of discovering her Aunt Martha's manuscript. This book is rich in author reflections, patient and family stories, and resources, all intended to trigger thoughts and conversations and provide insight into the later years of life.  Buy the book: https://thegiftoflifebook.com Buy the companion journal: Giftoflifejournal Learn more about the Aging Life Care Association https://www.aginglifecare.org About Meg Mindell, LCSW, C-ASWCM: Meg has been a Licensed Clinical Social worker for over 25 years, working in home care, hospice, and counseling settings. Meg is the founder of Halcyon Elder Care, providing care management and psychotherapy services. Find Meg online at https://thegiftoflifebook.com.  About Camilla Taft Hicks, MPH: Camilla is a public health practitioner with expertise in health, education and safety. She has worked locally and internationally on innovative programs. Camilla is active in her faith community in Washington, DC. She is a small business owner and yoga instructor. Camilla treasures The Gift of Life book as a legacy from her aunt, Martha Henderson. Find her online at https://thegiftoflifebook.com. (Facebook #CamillaTaftHicks; Instagram @Camilla.t.hicks; LinkedIn @camillatafthicks. Are you looking to get more out of nursing than just a job? Host Natalie D'Itri, MSN, RN, is asking you to become a Careerwise Nurse. The Careerwise Nurse podcast is meant for you if you are launching your career, growing into your role, or seeking ways to thrive as a nurse!  The Careerwise Nurse podcast includes stories and tips from nurses for nurses.  Current and future student nurses - this is for you, too! Careerwise Nurse is an opportunity to connect with Natalie D'Itri, MSN, RN. Natalie is an experienced nurse, who coaches nurses to live their best nursing life.  Schedule a free introductory coaching call with Natalie: Let's talk about your Nursing Life!   https://calendly.com/natalie-ditri/careerwisenurse          Follow and Connect!  If you have not had a chance, please FOLLOW the show  Give a 5-Star rating + written review!!  This helps the show grow and reach more nurses like you!!! Connect with host and coach, Natalie D'Itri - belong@careerwisenurse.com Join the Facebook community - Careerwise Nurse Instagram @CareerwiseNurse

Here is a cautionary tale of Aunt Martha I meditated on when listening to Brian Tracy. What are you waiting for before you go after a better life? Successful people just commit. https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/personaldevelopment (#personaldevelopment) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/inspirationalspeech (#inspirationalspeech) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/speaker (#speaker) https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/motivation (#motivation)

I had a seven hour delay home back from Dallas last week. While I waited, I finished the biography of Alabama-born biologist Edward Wilson and began applying Wilson's research to the mess I was experiencing with the airline.  ---------------------- Let's talk about ants. Not females, like Aunt Martha. But bugs. Ants create complex colonies where every one of them exists to support the growth and safety of the colony. Ants can't help it. It's not their choice. They're driven entirely by instinct. No ant finds food and considers keeping it for themselves. They turn and tell the colony and then lead the colony back to the food. This instinctual, non-selfish, altruistic behavior is the reason for the species' remarkable success. I learned this reading the biography of biologist Edward Wilson on a flight one week ago today that was ultimately delayed seven hours trying to get from Dallas to Mobile. Wilson has deep Alabama roots. He may not be the most famous person from our state, but he may be the most influential. His achievements are remarkable, and he is, clinically speaking, a bad ass. Wilson also said that selfishness has value, too, but only in individuals. A selfish person will win against an altruistic person. But selfish groups will fail.  Altruistic, non-selfish groups, will grow, they'll succeed. They'll eat and breed and survive and thrive. Ants don't have a choice in the matter. But people do. And our bias, our instinct, is towards individual selfishness. We must work to overcome this instinct, bond as a group, and become altruistic. It's hard, but it works. We've seen this play out on grand stages. I listened to Nick Saban discuss the loss of the national championship a few years back because some of his players played selfishly as they were thinking about their NFL draft position.   And we see this nationally, as our once unselfish nation has moved towards selfish goals and selfish politicians. As a result, no one can deny that our nation, once described as the shining light on the hill, is dimming. Now, I'm a workplace consultant and I can't help but try to apply these lessons to what I experienced on last Friday's flights. I read about one airline who has begun a new way to compensate flight attendants in a way that benefits the attendants. The airline finds ways to help their passengers, their pilots, their gate agents and on and on. That's the airline I fly the most and I've had zero issues on my nearly forty flights this year. Zero. And two of my three flights on this current airline this year have had significant delays. Are they selfish? I don't know them well enough to know. But it sure appears so. All of Wilson's research on selfish groups and their demise played out in front of me over those seven hours of flight delays. And I wish someone could get this message to their CEO and send him outside to study ants. I'm Cam Marston and I'm just trying to Keep it Real.  

The squad is joined by film critic and essayist, Willow Catelyn Maclay, to discuss the cult slasher flick, SLEEPAWAY CAMP (1983). Just how problematic is this movie? Is there anything to love outside of the soundtrack? And what is with Aunt Martha's impeccable taste in wallpaper? Listen to find out if we award this film a NAY, OKAY, YAY, or SLAY!Follow us on all social media:FacebookTwitterInstagramTumblrYoutubeSlasherWant some official Merch?!SHOP HERE!*Intro & Outro Music by Dylan Bailey (IG: @thedylanbailey)* CHAPTERS:Theme/Intro (00:00:00)What We Been Consuming (00:06:55)Trailer (00:18:26)Bio/First Experiences (00:18:56)Review (00:25:25)Rating/What Do You Think? (01:07:13)Promotions (Horrific Hotline/Social Media/It Slays Podcast's Horrific Playlist) (01:17:41)Upcoming Episode/Outro (01:19:50)Links to Willow Catelyn Maclay's reviews on Sleepaway Camp:Article 1Article 2Want to join Willow's Patreon?Support the show

Hey there, campers! It's the middle of summer and on this episode we're taking a look at all the camp hijinks, romance, and murder in 1983's slasher classic - SLEEPAWAY CAMP! On this episode we scratch our heads at the surreal opening, marvel at kooky Aunt Martha, drool over male camper fashion, and discuss the gravity of a certain side-pony. We also swoon over Ricky, talk gender-role reversal, the possibility this camp is being smothered in noxious gases, and touch on some of the unique aspects of this wacky classic. It's a really fun one - join us!Subscribe and keep up to date with One Dark Fright on our PodPage:https://www.podpage.com/one-dark-fright/And feel free to follow along on the socials:Instagram - @onedarkfrightpodTwitter - @onedarkfrightFacebook - @onedarkfright

It's hot, it's humid, its fraught with sexual tension....it's our homage to the wet hot American tradition of the summer camp! We are honoring this tradition with two selections from the camp killer genre with Sleepaway Camp 1 &2! We discuss what the f$#@ is up with Aunt Martha, mullets, and ball-hugging short shorts. Everyone looks like they're 45 but playing 16, plus one underage counselor is trying to sex up a septuagenarian. Also discussed: heavy on the pickle dialogue, watching porn with your parents, and the ladies doing horrible Mae West impressions. What We're Watching: In Search of Darkness 1 & 2 The American Scream Where to Find Us: Twitter Instagram Facebook TikTok Letterboxd boozeboobsandbloodpodcast@gmail.com boozeboobsandbloodpodcast.com

Cheryl moves into her estranged Aunt Martha's skid row hotel. One of the residents takes a special interest in her as she begins to suspect another girl was murdered. On this week's episode… Join the crew as we discuss shitty Aunts, bondage priests, inflatable dolls and the psychosexual, Private Parts (1972).   Show Notes: Housekeeping (3:45) Back of the Box/Recommendations (9:15) Spoiler Warning/Full Review (13:21) Rotten Tomatoes (70:50) Trivia (75:25) Cooter of the Week (79:22) What We've Been Watching (87:35) Hotline Scream (102:30)   Connect with us: Support us on Patreon Website Facebook Instagram Twitter YouTube Shop

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 379, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Purple Haze 1: In 1893 Katharine Lee Bates wrote of "purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain" in this song. "America The Beautiful". 2: The current Purple Heart medal has a portrait of this man on it. George Washington. 3: This alliterative phrase refers to overly florid writing that tries to enlist a reader's sympathies. purple prose. 4: In the '60s and '70s, this football team's defensive line members were known as the Purple People Eaters. the Vikings. 5: A deficiency of this vitamin cuts down on your production of visual purple and may lead to night blindness. vitamin A. Round 2. Category: Take Me Home, Alex 1: This PM had a swimming pool built at his home Chartwell, in Kent, where he spent the last 40 years of his life. Churchill. 2: This 1920s matinee idol is said to haunt Falcon Lair, his Hollywood home. Valentino. 3: Prefabricated and shipped by steamboat to Hannibal, Mo., Pilaster House is a childhood home of this author. Mark Twain. 4: After the deaths of his Uncle George and Aunt Martha, Bushrod Washington moved into this home. Mount Vernon. 5: Once home to a prosperous NYC merchant who went bankrupt, it's now the mayor's official residence. Gracie Mansion. Round 3. Category: Books On Audiotape 1: Michael Black not only wrote this novel, he recorded it on tape for 7 Wolves Publishing. "Dances with Wolves". 2: This "All in the Family" co-star directed the film "The Princess Bride" and read the book on cassette. Rob Reiner. 3: David Ogden Stiers tells this author's tale "The Cardinal of the Kremlin". Tom Clancy. 4: Susannah York taped an audio version of his scary novella "The Turn of the Screw". Henry James. 5: You might take Roscoe Lee Browne's rendition of this author's "Caribbean" to the Caribbean. James Michener. Round 4. Category: Telephone History 1: In 1991 this telephone company launched its Friends and Family promotion. MCI. 2: As of July 1, 1968 you could dial this 3-digit number in New York City and get the police. 911. 3: On Oct. 30, 1938 phone traffic peaked in cities all over America as people discussed this broadcast. the "War of the Worlds". 4: In 1980 Dial-It National Sports became the first service on this new area code. 1-900. 5: In 1880 he invented the photophone, a device that sent messages through the air on beams of light. Alexander Graham Bell. Round 5. Category: I Need A Snack 1: I crave a Krispy Kreme chicken sandwich: a fried chicken breast served between these. donuts. 2: I think I'll dunk my Double Stuf version of this Nabisco cookie in milk. Oreo. 3: I'll refresh myself with tzatziki, a Greek dish made from yogurt and this green gourd. cucumbers. 4: I'm going to make Rice Krispies Treats; I've got butter, Rice Krispies and 4 cups of miniature these. marshmallows. 5: I'll have 2 of Chicken of the Sea's new Peel and Eat Cups: cajun tuna and skinless boneless pink this. salmon. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!

This week, join us for a movie that has more than one identity crisis: the 1971 grindhouse-slasher-psychedelic-sleaze-crossdressing-horror-comedy-melodrama - Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things. In this one, a pair of jewel thieves on the run in Florida (of course) develop an increasingly odd relationship as one adopts the persona of a fictional "Aunt Martha" while the other cavorts with hippy chicks who sexually terrorize him. Complicating factors, Aunt Martha wants her nephew/partner/lover all to herself and is willing to kill anyone who gets in her way. On this episode: lonely neighbors, snakeskin pants, garden shed parties, girls as sexual aggressors, forced haircuts, topless dancing, the wisdom of the Zodiac, groovy records, freeze-frame murders, movie studio cat-and-mouse, and an emergency C-section!

Happy Holidays to you and yours from Natalie, Julie and Peru! Going home for the holidays is hard. From the planning, to traveling, and seeing the relatives you might not jive with, it's all A LOT. Not to mention adding in a global pandemic still! This week we did a joint episode breaking down some helpful tips and advice to maybe lessen some of that holiday stress. Especially when "Aunt Martha" starts picking fights. So, "pre-game or bribe your emotions" and take us along to help you to help Survive the times! Stay safe and we'll be back to your ear holes in the new year!

Need a last-minute gift that's both laziness- and supply chain-friendly? Look no further than your own things. Yet another outgrowth of the pandemic reset, regifting is the perfect way to funnel your next purge in a way that benefits your friends and family. Have a clown sweater that may not be right for you? Chances are high that you know where its real spiritual home lies.According to one survey, 83% of people say they would be okay receiving a regifted gift, but only about 34% admit to having given a regifted gift. What happens if Aunt Martha wants to see the gift she gave you last year and you've already passed it along to someone else? Is regifting tacky? What are the do's and don'ts?Image and Etiquette Specialist // author of the book Do It Right! // speaker on personal branding and etiquette VALERIE SOKOLOSKY

Sometimes it's just that Aunt Martha cares too much? Welcome to Bat & Spider. On this show we strive to talk about low-rent horror movies for your pleasure and ours. Please join in as we laugh and swoon along to these terrible treasures of low budget yore. Join our DISCORD Order Black Castle Zine and Haunted Cassette Get your Bat & Spider STICKERS here Get a sweet new Bat & Spider t-shirt here! All sale proceeds go to The Movement For Black Lives. Technical Adviser: Slim of 70mm Theme song composed and performed by Tobey Forsman of Whipsong Music. Follow Bat & Spider on Instagram Follow Chuck and Dale on Letterboxd. Bat & Spider Watchlist Send us an email: batandspiderpod@gmail.com. Leave us a voice message: (315) 544-0966 Artwork by Charles Forsman batandspider.com Bat & Spider is a TAPEDECK podcast.

I've often overheard women talking about gifting their friends vibrators for the holidays, but I'm of the mind that that's not a great idea. Sex toys and tools are a little personal, so it's probably best to avoid giving them to others, unless we're going for a gag gift.    When it comes to gifting sex tools to ourselves, however, that's a different story altogether. Every woman should gift themselves a vibrator. After all, who has the energy to get mad at Aunt Martha and her holiday menu when we're reveling in a post-orgasm buzz?    In this episode, I'm sharing tips on how to find the perfect holiday companion.    Things We Learned From This Episode How much we should really be spending on a sex tool 1 surprising similarity between a vibrator and other household appliances  How to find a vibrator that rocks our world (at a respectable volume)  The top tip that'll save us from vibrator blue-balling

In London at the beginning of the twentieth century, Phyllis Allenby is a young and beautiful woman who is soon to be married to barrister and boyfriend Barry Lanfield. Phyllis is living at the Allenby Mansion without the protection of a male, along with her aunt Martha and her cousin Carol and the servant Hannah. As the wedding date approaches, London is shocked by a series of murders at the local park, where the victims are discovered with throats ripped out. Many of the detectives at Scotland Yard begin murmuring about werewolves, while Inspector Pierce believes the opposite and suspects strange activity at the Allenby Mansion (which is near the park), where the "Wolf-Woman" is seen prowling at night and heading for the park.Phyllis becomes extremely terrified and anxious, since she is convinced that she is the "Wolf-Woman", deeply believing in the legend of the so-called "Curse of the Allenbys". Aunt Martha tries to convince Phyllis how ridiculous the legend sounds, while she (Aunt Martha) and Carol are suspicious in their own ways. Phyllis each day denies Barry visiting her, and when a suspicious detective is murdered soon after he visits the mansion in the same way the other victims perished, Barry begins believing that something else is going on beside the so-called "Werewolf murders", and makes his own investigations both of the park and the mansion. It turns out that Aunt Martha did the attacks to convince Phyllis she was insane, and belonged in an asylum rather than married to Barry, so Martha and her daughter could remain living in the mansion.

Wassup survivors!! Are you ready to hear me go on and on about everyone's favorite camp slasher SLEEPAWAY CAMP?? After a horrible boating accident kills her family, shy, sullen Angela moves in with her eccentric Aunt Martha and protective cousin Ricky. One summer, Martha sends the kids to Camp Arawak. Soon after their arrival, bizarre, increasingly-violent accidents claim the lives of various campers. Who is the twisted individual behind these murders? The disclosure of the murderer's identity is one of the most shocking climaxes in the history of American cinema. ***TIME STAMPS*** Queue Line: 17:03 The Ride: 28:54 Souvenir Shop 1:46:10 ~LINKS~ Link with Tre https://instagram.com/trebernard_beauty?utm_medium=copy_link Sleepaway Camp Documentary https://youtu.be/g5QMxK8ESKk Sleepaway Camp Interviews http://sleepawaycampfilms.com/interviews.htm Team Theory http://sleepawaycampfilms.com/twokillers.htm Angela's Theme https://youtu.be/aTXBDQFIJng SOCIALS Ig: https://instagram.com/d180podcast?utm_medium=copy_link Twitter: https://twitter.com/d180podcast?s=21 EMAIL US at Destination180@gmail.com to submit "SURVIVOR SUBMISSIONS," where you can request movie, themes, or any suggestions! Link up with us next week for our fourth movie, 2017's ruin me.

Sarah and Carrie are joined by Reyna Cervantes to talk Sleepaway Camp! We talk camp food (of course), Aunt Martha's roadtrip gear, mess hall timestamps, lots of Disneyland, and more!

I gotta hand it to my Uncle B. and Aunt Martha. Somehow they’ve managed to survive the twentieth century by doing without... 

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EXPAND, and Take Control of Your Life! In the world of self-defense we use the PRINCIPLE of EXPAND when holding someone down in a MOUNT position. We like to reference a “drunk uncle” showing up at your daughter's wedding reception and knocking over the punch bowl, insulting the guests and maybe taking a swing at the best man. Although most likely not a tremendous threat, he might appear greatly menacing to your friends, neighbors, and Aunt Martha, and could actually hurt himself or others in his altered state. Consequently, perhaps you struggle with him, taking him to the ground and end up holding him, while calling for assistance. As he turns this way and that in an attempt to overturn you, and once again gain access to the wedding party, you EXPAND arms and legs out on either side and whisper something like, “Whoa big fella, I got you, just settle down, it's okay…” In the world of Life Defense true, powerful control of your life might call for EXPANSION. In place of legs and arms “posting” from side to side,” EXPANSION of relationships, skills and coaching might be called for. After all, there is a direct correlation between success, failure and coaching. In fact in the world of success, a common theme or mantra might sound something like, “Every top performer has a coach, mentor or life-improvement program going on at any given time. So invest in yourself. “ In fact the more successful one is the more likely it is that they had help getting there. EXPANDING in the context of Life Defense then is essential. Reach out and take control of life. Your life. EXPAND. Allen Hughes Life Defense #allenhughes #lifedefense #expand --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/allen-hughes/message

Does he really know best?

Join Josiah and Kelly Nagel entrepreneurs in the last frontier, the great state of Alaska. This episode covers knowing when to give up on a goal vs when to persevere through to your goal's completion.Question of the day: Would you rather there be a perpetual water balloon war going on in Anchorage or a perpetual food fight?Check out our YouTube page for more content.Follow us on Instagram:Josiah - @baconbagel_akKelly - @jellybagel_akPublished 3/10/2021

After a horrible boating accident kills her family, shy, sullen Angela moves in with her eccentric Aunt Martha and protective cousin Ricky. One summer, Martha sends the kids to Camp Arawak. Soon after their arrival, bizarre, increasingly-violent accidents claim the lives of various campers. Who is the twisted individual behind these murders? The disclosure of the murderer's identity is one of the most shocking climaxes in the history of American cinema...and you're going to hear our immediate reactions as we watch Sleepaway Camp LIVE! If you want to follow along, watch the film on YouTube at this link (as of this recording)  https://youtu.be/OZSwckT_gvs Please support The Hollywood Outsider and gain immediate access to bonus content, including Patreon exclusive podcast content, by visiting Patreon.com/ TheHollywoodOutsider Be sure to join our Facebook Group Do your shopping via our Amazon Link!

No, it's not an episode about some gelatinous molded tofu blob we had at Aunt Martha's house last Sunday... today, Nate and Emily discuss jealousy. How it happens, who it affects (hint, it's all of us), why it's toxic, and how they were finally able to break the cycle of mistrust and suspicion. Whether it's because of societal influences, untrustworthy coworkers, long distance, or living in - and eventually leaving - Las Vegas, these two have had plenty of reasons to be jealous, and they've learned a few things because of it. Bottom line: mind your hackles, and be sure you're both playing the same game.If you like us please rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen. And share us with your friends! Find us on Facebook, Instagram, and Youtube Have a question or an idea for an episode? Email us at lessnotperfect@gmail.com

(A Ben & Tom episode - prepare for childish vulgarity and challenges to the absurd.) "Eat shit & live, Bill!Having never partaken in a summer camp myself, I need to question whether wearing the shortest cut off Short Short Jean shorts a requirement when taking part in camp activities? Short Short shorts, just so I'm clear on the shortness of said shorts.What I am really trying to say is there seems to be a fair bit of ill-fitted attire sweeping through Camp Arawak! I get it's the 80's, but this makes Kevin Bacon and his speedos look slightly overdressed over at Camp Crystal Lake! What we get in Sleepaway is a slightly 'camp' hybrid game of Cluedo & Guess Who! We ask ourselves, could sweet innocent mute Angela really be the killer? or could it be Officer Frank & 'that' Fake moustache, which certainly raises an eyebrow or 2.You've got Aunt Martha, who HMMMMMS her way to the top of the suspect list but of course, let us not rule out Mr Muscle himself, Ronnie hotpants.  So, grab your flog, cut the legs off all your trousers and let's get camping! Apple iTunes Episode Linkhttps://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/filmfloggers/id1530910798Spotify Episode Link https://open.spotify.com/episode/5EtYm2VXer8tLzrZVDLxKnAmazon Music Linkhttps://music.amazon.co.uk/podcasts/89ef3b15-06a6-47db-bfaa-368f72042b13/episodes/ceca413e-f544-476e-9ccf-ef22bff99811/FilmFloggers-9-Sleepaway-CampSubscribe & Follow the Flogging!Social Mediahttps://www.facebook.com/filmfloggershttps://www.instagram.com/filmfloggers/https://twitter.com/FilmFloggersWebsitehttps://filmfloggers.buzzsprout.comHelp Flog the Podcast by Leaving a Review! Apple iTunes Review,https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/filmfloggers/id1530910798Email FilmFlog suggestions to hosts@filmfloggers.comArtwork by @deanbeattieSupport the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/FilmFloggers)

Scotch and Bob Harris review the notorious 1983 slasher "Sleepaway Camp" (Shhh...don't giveaway the shocking ending to your friends.) This one is so jam-packed with ridiculous characters, bad acting, splatterific practical sfx, cheesy dialogue and a twist ending that smacks you in the face out of nowhere that you'll need to watch it multiple times to make sure you weren't seeing things. And what about that Aunt Martha, huh? Find out what Scotch and Bob thought about "Sleepaway Camp" in this week's B-Movie Bonanza Podcast! Have a listen. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Apple Doesn't Fall podcast, Tarrus and Corey speak to their grandmother, Mildred Jordan's sister, Ms. Martha Barnard-Davis. Aunt Martha shares stories about life in Huntsville, Alabama before and after the social-integration of the 1960s. As one of the first African American women to work in the Huntsville City school system after integration, Ms. Martha discusses her trials, tribulations and successes working in the cafeteria food industry as the only person of color. There's all this and much more in episode 7 of “Apple Doesn't Fall” podcast!

Do you love summer camp? Do you love slasher flicks? What about twist endings? Well, then Sleepaway Camp has your name written all over it. This week, Nigel and Kaitlyn tackle the hard questions as they work through the plot of this 1983 classic "horror" flick. Why is Aunt Martha so weird? Who is the father's gay lover? Who would play Angela in a Sleepaway Camp remake? And, why are there so many sequels to this film? Join us again, during this Corona Virus pandemic, for another episode of Bad Movie Date Night.    Sleepaway Camp Directed by: Robert Hiltzik Starring: Felissa Rose, Jonathan Tiersten, Karen Fields, Christopher Collet, Mike Kellin, Katherine Kamhi, and Paul DeAngelo   Don't forget to hit that subscribe button!  Follow us on Facebook and Instagram @JourneyintoFilm   Support us on Patreon at www.patreon.com/ajourneyintofilm   This has been a production of AJourneyIntoFilm.com  

AUNT MARTHA SAYS one word at Thanksgiving that ruins all and changes Walter's relationship with his mother forever!

In the newest episode of #SamSays, IAMHP ED Samantha Olds Frey tackles part one of a provider-centered conversation on value-based care with Raul Garza, President and CEO and Audrey Pennington, Chief Operating Officer for Aunt Martha's Health & Wellness. 

In this episode we learn all about Aunt Martha. Oh and if you do drugs and eat chemically tested turkey, you're gonna have a bad time. Booze Pairing: Sierra Nevada Holiday Pack by SIerra Nevada Brewing Co. *No Redrum Room* Slam Dance Poetry: Oozing Rectal Feast by Exhumed Outro Music: Blood, Blood and More Blood by Blood Freak

  Dear Mom and Dad, I’ve been at Sleepaway Camp for almost three weeks now and I’m getting very scared! There’s a cook who got horribly burned by some hot corn water, and we had to go without dinner for a week. The baseball games here seem to go on for an eternity. Kenny supposedly drowned last weekend …there were snakes coming out of his mouth…so we aren’t even allowed to go swimming anymore. Also there’s this girl Judy and I’m pretty concerned that her hair is slowly developing sentience. Anyways, only a few more days till I can go home…but I gotta run, tonight we are sleeping outside, under the stars. I’d be more worried since theres a killer on the loose and all, but at the rate this summer is going, could it get any worse? Tonight on Nightcaps…. Oh, sorry, I mean Frightcaps at the Theater we give our regards to summer and lead into our first Spooktacular  episode with 1983’s underappreciated cinema train wreck, my personal favorite bad movie Sleepaway Camp. So, join us here on Nightcaps during the next handful of films for some chills, thrills, and in the case of this movie... riotous bouts of laughter Tonight, on the Marquee: A Letter to our Parents, some Doers Spooktacular Intro to Frightcaps at the Theater The Therapy of Horror. The Academy Award goes to DELORE! Aunt Martha is in a Different Movie. How did Ricky turn out so sane? Judy and her Sentient Hair Beast. #Corngate Imagine Dragons Tangent Merch Ideas. 80s Fashion on Display. Unending Baseball Hell. BEES!!! David Lynch Dream Sequence. Daddy Issues and Shower Scenes Mustache Cop: Henry Cavill Origins What a Twist?!? “Who Died Recently?”  “Richard…Angelaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” “JOHN!” – Lenny the Lover’s Final Words “Who likes Short Shorts?” “Is Paul Gay?” “Eat Shit and Live, Bill!” – The Greatest Insult Ever?         “It’s You?” – Every Slasher Flick Ever.   Art Provided By: John Cafiero @bonehaver420  Music: "Riviera Jazz" Provided By: Crazy G 

Roseann Rook, CADC, Clinical Addiction’s SpecialistAs a Clinical Addictions Specialist, Roseann is responsible for conducting psycho-educational and process groups as well as providing individual counseling for addiction treatment including co-occurring disorders such as Eating Disorders and Mood Disorders at Timberline Knolls.  She specializes in Process Addictions with a strong focus on Relationship Addictions. Roseann was instrumental in the development of Timberline Knolls’ Addiction Program and the implementation of addressing Process Addictions into the curriculum. As a member of Timberline Knolls’ Clinical Development Institute, she has presented locally and at National conferences. Roseann has worked in the addictions field for 24 years starting at Aunt Martha’s Youth Service as an addiction counselor moved on to counsel MISA clients at Grand Prairie Services followed by working for the YMCA Network for Counseling and Youth Development as an Addictions Counselor and Crisis worker. She returned to Grand Prairie Services for a brief stint to develop and implement an out-patient program before joining Timberline Knolls in 2006.www.timberlineknolls.com    844-335-1931To learn more about Rob Lohman, visit www.TheAddictionRecoveryHub.com or call 970-331-4469 

June's going out of town, so she calls on her Aunt Martha for help. The kids and Ward try their best to not upset her. Jon and Louise weigh in.Visit LouiseItToBeaver.com for more fun!Rate/review on iTunesemail us: LouiseItToBeaver@gmail.com

Jeanne starts us out with a great prayer for those hurting and the chaos around us! Jeanne takes us through a guided mediation to reach out to our guardian angel.  It is a moving experience you don't want to miss.  She walks step by step to help open up and communicate with spirit.  Watch out for Shemgo!  Listen why! So much emotion with the Callers tonight!  Tissue Alert! Patricia called because she lost her brother two weeks ago and feels she has unanswered questions.  Cassandra called from California to get messages for her journey and struggles.  She connects with her Aunt Martha and she recommends some reading "Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton" and other things to help Cassandra.  Kathy called from New York with her loss of her husband Richie and a new love interest.  Richie has some advice for her.  Send prayers out!  Wellness tip -  Art of doing nothing!  Jeanne reveals how this little exercise will change your energy.  Events - Evening with Spirit, Holy Spirit Experience, Stand Up Comedy Writing Class, Goddess You Immersion. Find more information at InspiritHealingStudio.com, GoddessYouniversity.com, work on her new book and more! Send an email or request on Facebook and ask to be part of the Angels Don't Lie group on Facebook!  Don't forget to download the Angels Don't Lie App in the Apple App Store, a great way to listen to podcasts. Thanks for joining Angels Don't Lie Episode 62. Broadcast from the KBJB Studio: January 23rd, 2018. Be sure to join us next Tuesday, January 30th 7PM EST. Call in number 646-891-5252.  Listen to the show on the web player at jeannestreet.com or on KBJBradio.com.  The Goddess You is on sale - visit jeannestreet.com for your copy!    

Ya'll ready for this? The IT Records gang takes you back to the cherished years of summer camp. More specifically, the gang this week discussed the cult classic, "Sleepaway Camp." Tune in to find out how this film ends and the crazy antics of Aunt Martha.

This podcast is all about How to survive Christmas when you're trying to conceive. Let me tell you what Christmas was like for me at times.... You are receiving all of these postcards in the mail from all of your friends with their happy family photos, with the kids wearing their Santa hats You have nieces and your kids' friends to buy for, so you are painfully having to go into all of these kids' toys and clothing stores. You are at your Christmas lunch and Aunt Martha starts rubbing your belly and saying, "Ooh, I think you might have something to tell us," and you're like, "No bitch, I've just eaten too much turkey." Your dad gets too drunk and then starts telling you, "When are you going to have children? You know that if you can't have children, then you would just adopt." Your best friend or one of your best friends start saying things to you like, "You know, I've had a chat with my husband and we have decided that we would be your surrogate if you needed us to be your surrogate." And then you switch on Facebook and all of these people have done these little videos and things like that saying, "Oh, awesome Christmas present. #soblessed" because they're now announcing their pregnancy. Christmas is like "Waah!" And then to top it all off, #fertilitydiet. You're trying not to drink and eat dairy and gluten and everything, all the good food like ice cream has those ingredients in. Really you just pretty much want to get drunk and sit in your room all alone and Bah Humbug! Is that Christmas? Is that what Christmas is like? So today I want to share with you my nine tips to surviving Christmas while you're trying to conceive. Before I start, let me just say it does end. Christmas ends. Soon it will be a distant memory and you will be ready for the New Year and pumping in to the New Year. Just like anything as well, this phase of life that you are in right now, I promise you will end at some point too. But, if you're in the thick of it, tune in for 9 ways to survive Christmas when you're trying to conceive.

Beryl Dennis goes in search of a long-lost quilt her relative Martha Ann Erskine Ricks made for the British Queen Victoria. How did a former slave come to meet the most powerful woman in the world 125 years ago? Newspapers of the time followed in great detail the story of the 'queen and the negress' and her hand-stitched quilt in the design of a coffee tree.

Filmed in Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon's signature whimsical style, LOST IN PARIS stars the filmmakers as a small-town Canadian librarian and a strangely seductive, oddly egotistical vagabond. When Fiona's (Gordon) orderly life is disrupted by a letter of distress from her 88-year-old Aunt Martha (delightfully portrayed by Oscar nominee Emmanuelle Riva) who is living in Paris, Fiona hops on the first plane she can and arrives only to discover that Martha has disappeared. In an avalanche of spectacular disasters, she encounters Dom (Abel), the affable, but annoying tramp who just won't leave her alone. Replete with the amazing antics and intricately choreographed slapstick that has come to define Abel and Gordon's work, LOST IN PARIS is a wondrously fun and hectic tale of peculiar people finding love while lost in the City of Lights. Co-directors Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon join us to talk about their warmhearted, funny and embracing ode to love. For news and updates go to: lostinparis.oscilloscope.net

This week, Rex and Paul chew the fat about cool things in Hot Springs and how people really are starting to see the importance of the city and park to the state and the nation, seeing about a hundred games at the Arkansas state high school basketball tournament and its fascinating mix of urban and rural Arkansas, how the old Baptist expression "Every head bowed/every eye closed" became a basketball benediction, Paul's latest distressing trend and Rex's deep sense of disappointment about it, travel tips on how to get to Hot Springs, and Paul's rant about the best way (his) to present the National Anthem before sporting events (hint: tell Aunt Martha to stay home that night).

...in which Rex and Paul chew the fat cool things in Hot Springs and how people really are starting to see the importance of the city and park to the state and the nation, seeing about a hundred games at the Arkansas state high school basketball tournament and its fascinating mix of urban and rural Arkansas, how the old Baptist expression "Every head bowed/every eye closed" became a basketball benediction, Paul's latest distressing trend and Rex's deep sense of disappointment about it, travel tips on how to get to Hot Springs, and Paul's rant about the best way (his) to present the National Anthem before sporting events (hint: tell Aunt Martha to stay home that night).

Add some thrills to your travels this holiday! Listen to the complete first season of WHYY’s family-friendly podcast, The Radio Adventures of Eleanor Amplified, and turn your drive to Aunt Martha’s house into a globe-trotting adventure.

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Welcome back for another episode of the GGtMC!!! This week we are brought to you by show sponsor Vinegar Syndrome for coverage of the DVD releases of Flesh and Bullets (1985) directed by Carlos Tobalina and Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things (1971) directed by Thomas Casey!!! Emails to midnitecinema@gmail.com Adios!!!  --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ggtmc/message

Think you have family problems? Wait until you hear what Aunt Martha does in 1971’s SOMETIMES AUNT MARTHA DOES DREADFUL THINGS. Support my podcasts on […]

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Gather ‘round now everyone. It’s almost time for this week’s review of 1983’s cult classic Sleepaway Camp! We’d hate for you to miss out on this one – no, that wouldn’t do at all. Ah, low budget indie slasher flicks are a breath of fresh air among today’s Hollywood dreck. You see, at Camp Arawak, young men actually get to be MEN: pranking, swearing, shit talking and chasing girls instead of getting ball busted by them. In spite of the friendlier environment, some haters have managed to sneak into the camp, but fortunately Aunt Martha’s disturbed little niece knows the nuts (see what I did there?) and bolts of dealing with these miscreants. Sadly, Angela’s teen angst has a body count that’s a little too high, and she ends up taking out not just the haters and pedos, but regular dudes who just like to prank and hurl a few insults. But nothing, and we mean NOTHING, can prepare you for the surprise ending that will sear itself into your memory for the rest of your life. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/bmoviebreakdown/support

On this episode of Simple ReDiscovery: the old-fashioned telephone. Before you cancel your landline service, take a moment to rediscover the benefits of old-school telephonic technology. Make a trip to Goodwill (or your Aunt Martha’s attic), pick up a vintage phone, plug it in, and start dialing. You might just find that it’s one, not-that-modern convenience you don’t want to live without. 

Gene Autry, America's Yodeling Cowboy, was "back in the saddle again" for 16 years on radio, sponsored by Wrigley's Doublemint Gum. His background as a singing cowboy in the Republic westerns of the 1930s made him a singing cowboy movie star with fans of all ages, and his 1932 hit "That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine", his first gold record, established his reputation as a recording artist. He got on radio via a Chicago radio station with a show sponsored by Sears, and then went to the very popular The National Barn Dance. Sears catalogs kept featuring his records, so his fame grew as a singing star throughout the 1930s. http://meviocoupons.com/show/otrwesterns.html 1-800 Pet Meds Discount Coupons  and http://oldtimeradiodvd.com

True Adventures Of Junior G-Men. 1936. Mutual net origination, Donald "The Secret Of The Locked Room". 1 of 3. A disinherited (and dead) brother returns to haunt Aunt Martha. The date is approximate. Donald Peterson (producer).