In Memory Of Uncle Angelo

Mother lost a Brother and a Daughter within weeks apart. She is very sad when I see her lately. Mother Loved her Brother, she would cook his favorite foods, and invite him over. He would give me a "Dutch" rub to my scalp when I was A child. I never beat him at Cribbage either.  Uncle Angelo would do are taxes and Loved my wife's organizatioal skills. 

When Julie was in Ann Arbor he would send all kinds of notes to her on Carepages, one of them was "I hope so see you again soon." He is seeing her now.  

Celebrating Martel's Birthday with Julie.

After Martel opened up his gifts, and we had a Feast. The whole group took a two hour nap, Mom cooked too much food. The group drove down to Julie's grave, we cleaned it up. Last year, John planted Crokus's around the Stone, and they bloomed.  It was cold and windy, but we all paid are respects to Julie. Thier was no words, just short gazes at her grave. We could not have celebrated Martel's  birthday with going to her Grave, Julie's biggest acomplishment was being a Mother. 

This was Martel's day, and Julie would of wanted us to be happy.  I am sure she was looking down at Her "Dudes" with a big smile. I know she is in a better place. I think she would want to eat all of the Chocolate desserts in Mom's Basement though, I wish I could send her some where she is. Julie loved Chocolate, when I see chocolate and Turtles, I think of her. She would always stop for both of them. 

Martel's Birthday

Martel had a birthday celebration, at his Grandfather and Grandmother's house. Mom cooks all of his favorites, Ribs, Mac and Cheese, and all kinds of other foods. This is the first celebration, without Julie, we were pretty positive, and it was a happy occasion. Martel is fine young Man, John and Julie have done a good job raising him. I believe Martel, would not be in our life without Julie's struggle with Cancer.  I heard that after any storm in your life the Sun will come out, Martel is the Son in our life.  I thank God for giving Martel to John and Julie.

Happy Birthday Martel!  Uncle Tony

Disposable Humans {POEM}

Our industrial society

Treats us as objects

With company logos and steel toes

It's reprogramming our minds-

Adapt or be replaced-

The soul is deleted.

Propaganda surrounds us

In this guilt-based environment.

Lacking honesty, integrity and Justice,

Corporate CEO's bow down shamelessly

While worker's torsos contort

spray painted purple, pressed as grapes:

Made into a Prosperous Wine.

Served to the Stockholders.


Anthony Moulds

dedicated to the individual

Implements, Utensiles, spices,light,vessels Julie

Sometimes at work I feel like a Machine, a Implement. I can be a hammer, sometimes a broom, it depends if I'm sweeping or pounding. I feel attached to the tools or objects daily. I am a pot when I cook Lentils for my children. Are we just a object. I am a Husband for the institution of Marriage.

I am a Christian, and Jesus says we must be Salt and Light. Am I dispensing salt as a Salt Truck on a icy road, or one of those small paper packs you get at the Cafeteria. What kind of light am I, incandescent, fluorescent,sun or moon? I think too much at work on the night shifts as I see the humming of the bulbs, ballasts, and monitors.

At home,I am a leash for the dog, spoon for the pot, and the scooper for the cats. I am amazed at how I start to become the object. Feel the spoon, be the spoon. I am the remote when I turn on the TV for my Wife. I am the Clapper when I turn on or off the lights. Why am I babbling like this. I don't know. Am I a object,Utensil, or Vessel?


The Word vessel is in the Bible, sometimes I am a Rowboat, or a barge. I guess I could be a Tug Boat, pulling my children too church, school, and Softball practice. The days are full of objects that we attach too. Julie is going to be gone for a year soon. I tend to rethink about my life. I don't want to be the tool for the purpose, I want to be reborn, as Julie is in Heaven.


I want to think that's there is more to life than being a bread maker, I am a person, you are a person. Thank you for reading my strange thoughts. Tony

North Muskegon Track and Field {Julie and Brenda}

Brenda and Julie were very close growing up. They both ran Track in High School. I believe they even competed against each other. The Norse were a very close team. I looked at the team Photos, I believe its 1978, since Brenda's in it. How fortunate to have two Sister's on the same team. I hope you enjoy the Photos and certificates Mother saved.

Snurfing

When I was at Uncle Daryl's house last year, he was going through some junk in his old bus in the back 14 acres. He pulls out these old Yellow Banana Boards, or Snurfers, and I got excited. He thought they were junk, but I explained to him they were special. One year later, I get a message on Facebook, about how Rich is interested in the history of Snurfing since his neighbor invented them, he even wrote a article for a newspaper. I tell him about these Snurfer's and he is interested. I call my Uncle. tell him someone wants to buy em, so he brings them over while he is picking up the junky truck in my front yard,that's another story. I take a few pictures of them, and them proceed to stand on the board in the snow in my front yard.  I felt as if I was ten again, conquering the hills of North Muskegon. I post them on MY FaceBook and now everybody wants them.  Two old dusty Snurfers, dry rotting in a shed in the country. I am writing this because some objects in our life can bring us back to that moment, how precious. If you never seen one of these, they were invented in 1965, and are the Grand father of the SnowBoard. The Model T of Snowboards.  

Happy Birthday Sue

Yesterday was my sister Sue's Birthday. I never sent cards, till I lost Julie. Sue and I are one year apart. We fought like cat's and dog's as children. Sue called ,me up last week, she had a problem she wanted to talk about.  . I told her I would call back, I was late for work. Realizing She did not have Julie to talk to, I stopped the car at the gas station, and talked to Sue for fifteen minutes. I was late for work, but Julie's gone and Brenda , Sue and I have to try to do what Julie's purpose was. Julie would listen to your problems, and not act like it was a burden. I almost could feel Julie's spirit telling me "Call her Back".  While I was at work, I realized family is more important than fifteen minutes of pay. Julie's passing has made me realize, its not what you do, but how you love others while your living each day of your life.  "Happy Birthday Sue"

Love your favorite brother Tony

Julie Rybcki Moulds "Iva" and "DOG" Poems influence.

When I was young, in High School, my Sister Julie was famous for Her "Iva" and "DOG" poems. Julie encouraged me to write as long as she lived.  I think everybody should read her poetry. When I interviewed Ken at work and created this "Character. I was influenced by Julie's "Iva" works. I thought I would write a series of short poems, as Julie wrote. I  created  "Ken" the character through a co-worker.  Julie coached me in these writings. Anybody can write their thoughts, if your lucky, other people will like them.  

KEN SEES JESUS

Early dawn, back at the firelane.

Misty rain, fog is bluish.

He has a vision of Christ.

Smoking a MARBOLO RED.

The memory stays imbedded,

Like mud on His boots.

Ken thanks God.

For that cold wet morning.

Seeing sweet Jesus blowing smoke rings.

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Ken Flys

Bailing Summer hay

Swallowing pollen, dust, Horseflies

Falling off the loft in the barn

He spreads his fat flannelled arms

Impacting on sweet country dirt

Ken never flys again  

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Ken talks about pigs

"Why can't we be like pigs."

"They always smile no matter what the time."

Ken says "We should all be like pigs happy."

The only time their not happy says Ken

"Is when you load them up in the horse trailer."

dedicated to Julie Moulds  "Iva"and "DOG" poems She wrote these at Hope College

"Brown Eggs and Well Water "by Tony Moulds

Ken tired of stepping on concrete and the smell of mowed lawn, sells his small house in the Big City. Deciding to find a new beginning, he heads east looking for land that only has left turns to it's destination. Ken makes sure the only thing he steps on is brown dirt and the smell of uncut weeds. Finding ten acres with a Deluxe 1972 ColonyMobile Home, with a "For Sale" sign, he sells his Toyota Prius and pays Cash. Driving a eighteen- wheeler for a living, he has incentive's to stay away from "Lot Lizards" and good Diner food. He works overtime so he can saves up for the Ken Estate.

One night while hauling bumpers in Houston, Texas, Ken has a dream of Brown eggs and Well Water. When returning from his weekly haul, Ken and his friend"Fat Ron" dig a stab well behind the Mobile Home. He hooks up a half horse pump, and now has running water for his Hillbilly Mansion. Eating breakfast, he cracks some of those painted white city eggs, frying them in store bought bacon grease. Vowing never to drink city water and eat them city eggs, Ken and "FAT RON"build a state of the art Pole barn with plumbing and Electricity. Ken paints it Red," cause you can't have your Pole Shed lookin Shabby". "big Ron" supervises and makes sure he doesn't miss a spot. All three neighbors on the dirt road stop by to visit in their trucks, complimenting his "State of the Art Pole Shed."

Driving his eighteen-wheeler in Mobile, Alabama, Ken thinks about what to do with his forty by sixty pole building. Thinking real hard, he says to himself, "Why don't I get some Hogs and some Chickens, so I can eat some country eggs and bacon." On his long journey home, Ken takes some money out of the bank to buy a used dirt Brown "Three plus Three" Chevy one Ton diesel four by four. He's being smart cause when making all them left turns to home, it makes his truck look better. Thin kin about all them animals, he figures out if he's driving, when he's working, "Who's going to feed them"?

During his long haul for the week, Ken's tired of driving in the rain in Kentucky. He stops at a Shoney's, he gets a pot of Coffee and smokes a MARBOLO RED. Looking at one butt ugly watress, with two teeth, he comes up with a bright idea. "Fat Ron's" to lazy to feed them, so there's got too be a alternative plan. Looking at a Waitress with three teeth, again a lantern shines in his brain, "I need a Woman to feed em." Driving home from the weeks haul Ken thinks of a plan.

Looking for a woman with teeth, and easy on the eyes, Ken takes several right turns and heads West. Stopping at the quarter car wash, he washes off the precious Country Dirt off his Hill Billy Limo. Going down the old neighborhood in the City, Ken's feet hurt as he steps on the cracked pavement. Being that it was painful, He grabbed the first one that said "YES" and moved her into his Country Castle.

Before she was totally moved in, Ken had a "Deluxe Chicken Coop and a Pig Pen built. She says, "Lets go to Town."Ken says "Lets go." Stopping at the Feed Mill, She says,"What are we doing here?" Ken replies, "I'm just bu yin Groceries." Telling the clerk in "Give me Chicken's that lay Brown eggs, and some Pig's that are good to eat.Ken also asked " Id like some feed in the back of the truck." His Woman thought he was going into the City, but he just kept takin left turns.

Ken had to go to work, to pay cash for more country implements. Thinking real hard, He made a long list of directions for His Woman before he leaves her behind. Saying to himself as he wrote, "Feed the Chicken's and Pig's in the morning, feed the Chicken's and Pig's at lunch,feed the Chickens and Pigs at Supper, and by the way the Pig's like leftovers." Starting the "Hillbilly Limo", making several right turns, He heads West into Town to do his "Weekly Run".

When He was in Tulsa, Oklahoma eating "Steak on a Stick"He calls his Woman. She answers the phone, He says, "Hows my Chicken's and Hog's." His woman is mad because he does not ask about her. Sensing she's mad Ken's TV in His head is showing a image of a 40 watt light bulb. Pausing for moment Ken thinks real hard till his fillings hurt, "Oh I Miss You Honey, I am buying you a present, it is Red and smells awful good." So She feed the animals knowing when Ken gets home, taking left turns, she is getting a something special.

Driving into Town, he purchases he Red part of the gift, paying cash, with crisp hundred dollar bills. Stopping into the other side of Town, he gets the pretty smelling part of her gift. He got a real good deal on it, but she don't need to know that. Driving home taking left turns, Ken's smiles from ear to ear, listening to Steve Earl "Guitar Town" on his cassette deck. Stopping a few miles on the dirt road before he get's home, Ken double checks his gifts, and notices the beautiful smell.

Pulling up the long sandy driveway, His Woman, runs out to meet Him. She is holding he Pig slop bucket in one hand and a bag of Chicken feed in the other.When he pulls up He notices She has a funny look. Thinking She was overwhelmed with Her present, He didn't think much. As Ken walked out on The Country Estate, She said, 'WHATS THAT?" He replies, "I bought you this beautiful Red Horse Trailer, which can haul Pigs and Cows, and can't you smell Her, the Horse, ain't it fragrant?" Ken felt the warm slop on his Amber neck and face; He tasted with his plump fat fingers, and thought it was a tasty batch. Thinking real hard, so hard his elbow hurt, He came to a conclusion, "I think she's Plum mad."

After a short discussion with his Woman, He figures out that "She ain't gonna feed em, and she aint gonna leave." Concentrating real hard, Ken decides to get a City Job. Knowing with a City job, He could take care of all His Animal's and a Woman, who won't leave gives Him peace of mind. Waking into the Hardware Store, to buy a pitchfork, His friend "Fat Ron" tells Him about a job hauling forklifts, and it's days.

Thinking real hard, He applies and gets the job. The job he does is simple, His boot's is off the cement, driving equipment on a Ford 9000 flat bed Semi, and drops it off at locations. Keeping things simple, they know little about him. His co-workers just think he's a smart Pig Farmer, not a City Boy. Driving home making several left turns, Ken smiles driving down that long dirt road, dust rumbling in the sunset, thinking of "Brown Eggs and Well Water."

Steak on a stick-corndog

Julie's First Communion Group Photo 1971

FATHER Flynn was the priest at the Time. If you look hard their might be someone you know. I believe Laura Bernardini is in the photo too, her cousin. This was at Our Lady of Grace Church where she had her Funeral. 

Julie Rybicki Moulds Grave Location

Julie Rybicki Moulds April 8 2008 Memorial

I am putting a message out there , if anybody reads this blog. I try to dedicate it to Julie Rybicki Moulds. The family is part of the Puzzle. We had her for the first half of her life, I try to focus on that timeline through photo's story's pictures and early documents. I love John Rybicki her Husband, He is working on a book deal through a major publisher on their life together with her "Dude".

I am doing this for those who loved Julie, or had a small or big bit of her life on this Earth. If you feel the urge to send a message or photo, thought, send it to through E-Mail, or letter. A hand written note, letter or picture, is priceless though. Words expressed through a pen seem warm, human. I will scan your letters, on the blog. If you feel the need to be anonymous, just send it without a return address or last name. I will enclose my address.

C/O Julie Memorial

7696 Pinecone Ct.

Whitehall Mi.

49461.

I will be visiting Julie's grave on her one year anniversary. I will place a note, object, or whatever you mail me if you cannot be their in the flesh. I told John, wherever I am standing the dirt always is connected to her bones below the Earth. I will take a photo for the blog for those to see.

I do not know if anybody is reading this blog who knows Julie in the past, but her words are still living. If you ever need directions to visit her grave in Montague Michigan, Email me I will help you see her. If you happen to be driving to Ludington Michigan, or 60 Miles near Grand Rapids Michigan, your close.

I will be contacting John Rybicki if he wants to organize a gathering of her Friends on the weekend or another date following her death. I would like to meet in a Park and eat together as She would want it,consuming Chocolate from the SweetShop in Whitehall Michigan. I was working all night, and tears fell from my eyes as I thought of this. A gathering of those who had a chance to receive Julie's Love. I feel her presence when its quiet, but I can't see or hear her words.

John and Martel need your prayers, if you know his address send him a card or letter. Email him if you can.

John is the closest thing you can get to Julie. Julie Loved him, and she rubbed her soul in his flesh leaving her scar tissue. Julie's spirit lives through Johns pen and words. I hope John can cope with this one year anniversary.

John has a blog or website, if you google his name you can see what he is up too or where he is reading. I do not know who reads this blog, but thank you for letting me carry on Julie's memory.