Dearest Gunilla: Letters from Puppelachia: January 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014

Bound To Rise

The Reverend Zeno M. Shellbark wrote us a little January-blues work hymn called Bound to Rise, the title of which he got from a package of biscuit mix.

He would like to remind everyone out there to stay warm, sip strong, sing loud and you'll be bound to rise.

Bound to Rise

I’m bound for the Promised Land, huh

Where the sun was made to shine, huh

Bound for it, bound to rise, bound for it by and by.

I’m bound for it one of these days, Where the sky is never gray, huh

Bound for it, bound to rise, bound for it any day.

I’m bound for the Promised Land, huh

No more sorrowin’ tears, huh

Bound for it, bound to rise, bound for it one of these years.

I’m bound for it one of these days, where I’m bound to stay, huh

Cause I’m bound for it, bound to rise, bound for it any day.

I’m bound for the Promised Land, huh,

Long gone forty years, huh

If you come a-lookin’ for me, I’m gonna be right here.

I’m-a walk like I’m bound to rise, and you know I’m bound to fly, hah!

‘Cause I’m bound for it, bound to rise, bound for it by and by.

An Introduction to the Puppendottir Clan of North America's Puppelachian Region

Puppendöttir: A large and loosely-connected clan of small beings residing primarily in old farmsteads wherever they are found throughout the world.
Puppen may be solitary, although this is quite rare. Most prefer to live in large disparate family groups and may number into the hundreds in a hospitable environment.
All Puppen are observers and archivists by nature, so they are most at home with Hummersippians, or 'Sippians (human householders) who have similar affinities for flora and fauna. And toast with butter.
Hummersippians are generally treated with fondness, but their relationship to the Puppen is that of household or farm staff retainers. Inattentive, dismissive, or dangerous 'Sippians may find themselves looking for a new place to live without knowing quite what happened.
Puppen, like pooka, may appear in any form and shape, but there are several family groups that are seen more commonly than others.
These families include the Puppendöttir proper, all of whom resemble Northern European tomten, and the Ouessant Family, who appear to be an especially tiny species of cross-dressing, croquet-playing sheep. Many of The Ouessant have a chenille chicken companion which may or may not have eerie and unexplained powers.
Clovis de Fleury, mentioned frequently in these posts, is the bon vivant of La Famille Ouessant, and is also the author and editor of Haiku Thursday. Or Haiku Sunday. Or Haiku Wednesday.
Attis Puppendöttir acts as editor for this page, which often takes the form of letters to his favorite cousin Gunilla.