Ms. Olive Riley Brings a Tear to Me Eyes
Ms. Olive Has Been Pensive Lately
Ms. Olive With The Wonderful Lettuces
Some of my readers might remember the articles that I’ve posted about Ms. Olive Riley, the 107 year-old blobbing lady from Australia. Just to joggle your memories, if you don’t recollect Ms. Olive, I’ve copied one of my articles for you (below). Anyway, in the midst of my recent articles about the arguments and problems arising in the American presidential race, other domestic political crises, banal behaviors in the entertainment industry (horrible stuff on the set of I Heart Huckabees and Paris Hilton antics) and other awful stuff, I noticed today that I’ve recently been getting a number of visitors from Ms. Olives blob, “The Life of Riley. ” So I took a peek back at her blob in Australia and discovered that Ms. Olive has added me as one of seven people on her blob-roll. It did bring a little tear to me eye. A touching moment in the middle of the day. Anyway, Ms. Olive has been telling many new hilarious stories of events that she remembers from her past. Here is one little story that she posted today (Mike is her helper), where many years ago one of Ms. Olive’s acquaintances took her son to the local dance dressed as a parrot, hoping to win the “grand prize” at the dance:
Oh that? That was with Jackie. They had a son who was older than Lorriane. He was a real sook, that boy, always wingeing about something.
Anyway, a fancy dress dance was on down at the hall and they decided to dress Jackie up as a parrot man, he was about 12 at the time, disguise him as parrot.
Well, Jackie wanted no part in the idea. He was crying away and the parrot’s joining in, knowing he’s in it too. Then, Annie belts him for being a sook and says, “shut up you’re going as the parrot man and you’ll win a prize, mark my words.”
So they got him into these old clothes and he’s bawling his eyes out and with every extra feather in his clothes and his hair, there’s another wail, ” Not more feathers, spare me.”
At last he’s all readyto go. Now, they give him a pram with the parrot’s cage in it. The parrot too, like a baby he’s taking to the dance. We all took our babies to the dances.
How could you do that?
Because in the hall there was forms, benches, around the walls and we used to take blankets and pillows and we’d make a nice soft place under the forms and we’d stick the babies in there.
Then, when the music started their little heads would stick out and they’d be following the dancing with their little eyes all wide open. They loved it. We all took our babies, too right!
Anyway, Jackie takes the parrot to the dance like it was a baby.
He must have looked a sight.
Yeah, everyone laughed , he looked such a dag. But he got into the fun of it too. He’s pushing the pram around the floor and the cocky’s dancing to the music in the cage, bobbing on his perch.
Then, when the music stops the parrot starts to squark, he wants more music yer see, and Jackie is trying to shut it up, but he can’t. And I thought to myself, he’ll get the prize for sure!
What was the prize.?
It was a bucket of mandarins that Charlotte had donated off her tree, and a batch of pasties that Annie’s sister had made. So, I was right, Jackie won.
He got half the mandarins and half the pasties, ate two together and was sick, but he was happy that he’d won after looking such a fool.
On a sadder note, Ms. Olive reports that, as she continues her little crusade for “the lettuces-raising man,” the town officials are moving ever-closer to shutting him down. Olive is politely appealing to all of us to write to the officials before the end of the month, supporting her effort to save “the lettuces-raising man.”
Please do visit Ms. Olive here.
And here’s one of my earlier postings about Ms. Olive:
“GOOD AFTERNOON EVERYONE. THIS IS OLIVE HERE.”
107 YEAR-OLD MS. OLIVE RILEY AND HER “BLOB”
At the ripe old age of 107, the spritely Ms. Olive Riley of Broken Hill, Australia, has become an overnight blogging or (as she calls it) “blobbing” sensation. With the help of her good friend Mike (who types for Olive while she tells her stories), she rolled out “Life of Riley” on February 16th of this year and has already attracted thousands of visitors representing all age groups from around the world. Filled with delightful photos and interesting stories and conversations, in her debut Olive described a trip she took to Brisbane to visit her grandchildren, where she went swimming and drank Shandys (beer mixed with lemonade).
OLIVE TAKES A SWIM
TOAST! MS. OLIVE HAS A NIP OF SHANDYS
In her second posting, she became quite the social activist and a crusader for the rights of common people. That article talked about her indignant reaction to an investigation being conducted about a local farmer who’s being banned from growing “lettuces” on his own land, and it turns out that Olive may well have saved the day for the farmer’s livelihood. In her latest post, made about five days ago, Olive continues her talk about the “lettuces” problem (and the progress that’s being made in trying to save the farmer’s right to grow his “lettuces”), the virtues of false teeth and reminescent memories about war.
By the time of the third posting, her “blob” had attracted an audience of over 190,000 readers (and it continues to grow rapidly). You should really make sure to check out Miss Olive’s articles, as well as the comments that people have made in response to her posts. You’ll see the international spotlight that she’s grabbed!
VIDEO: ALL ABOUT OLIVE