Eden Calling

I've always been fond of the images that the word "Eden" conjures up in my mind. Sometimes it's a garden, sometimes a forest with trees straight or twisted and a floor clear of undergrowth, sometimes just a quiet peaceful place. The place comes alive in the poetry of John Milton's Paradise Lost:

. . . a circling row
Of goodliest trees loaden with fairest fruit,
Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue,
Appeared, with gay enameled colors mixed;
On which the sun more glad impressed his beams
Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow,
When God hath showered the earth: so lovely seemed
That landscape. . . .

When the Cody band was looking for a name years ago, one of us came up with the idea of "Eden Calling." We all loved it, as I recall, but the wife of one of the band members--a sharp-witted smart ass--heard the name and immediately said, "Dingdong," linking our fine name with the slogan for Avon cosmetics--"Dingdong, Avon calling." With our idea tainted so, we ended up sticking with the mundane name "Cody."



Well, Eden has reentered my life in the form of a wonderful new granddaughter. She was born April 18 at around 9:30. Mother and child are doing fine. Big sister Mackenzie and daddy Lane are thrilled. And so, it won't be long before I'll have two girls calling me Granddaddy.


Welcome, Eden!