Poetry
Poetry Month is almost over and I have only posted two of my poems at the beginning of the month. Where did April go? Anyway, I ran across a sweet little poem the other day and I thought you might enjoy it.
Tucking-in Song
Down the narrow hall she came,
a symphony
of jingle bells
as tiny
shiny
silver charms
on her arm
and haunting notes
of tinkling tin
played music on
her perfumed skin....
When mama came to tuck me in.
Rebecca Kei Dotlich
BOOKS
In the last couple of months I have read three very different books. It is getting harder and harder to read as my magnifying glass is not strong enough. Guess I am going to have to find a stronger one.
The first book, Darcie loaned me as we are both fans of Mave Benchy. I think this is her latest one. Minding Frankie by Mave Benchy. It is a story of a young man who is left with a baby he didn't even know was his. We see how his friends and neighbors help him raise Frankie. I really liked it, of course I always love Mave's books.
The second read is Miriam's Kitchen by Elizabeth Ehrlich. I wasn't sure I was going to like this one at first. Actually, I really enjoyed it, because I learned so much about Jewish traditions and reasons for some of their practices. This is a true story and I liked to read just a chapter or two a night an think on what I had read for a while. Elizabeth, who wasn't a practicing Jew, over time learned to accept more and more of her faith. She learned a lot from Mariam in her kitchen. Ehrlich also included some recipes that I want to try.
The book I am just finishing today is Sarah by Marek Halter. I love this type of story. Since the Bible doesn't tell us the early years of Sarah and Abraham, Halter creates an interesting life for the young Sari and Abram. It is a much faster read than Ehrlic's book. I am really enjoying it. It is the first book of a trilogy. The other's are Zippora and the third book is Lilah.s
Well, guess that's all for today,
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
DO YOU EVER......?
Sometime when you sit daydreaming, do you ever think of someone and think of something special about them.? Did you ever tell them?
I was thinking about a friend of mine this morning. She had raised two wonderful kids and has a great relationship with them. To see her with her husband, you know they have a great marriage. She sis really wise, she is adorable, she does many nice things for people, she is active at church and she sings the liturgy with the voice of an angel.
I have always admired this special lady, often hat a cutie pie she is and , have received joy to hear her voice in church.
Have I ever told her? NO. Why? I guess we think things about people and assume they automatically know how great they are.
Consider how good you feel when someone give you a complement. It may only be a small thing, but it makes you feel better all day to know someone sees that aspect of you. I think we need to start telling people how we feel , rather it is just, You are looking good today, to That was a wonderful thing you did for .........! /We get enough negative comments in our life. No one minds telling us if we look haggard, if we spelled a word wrong, or if we made some kind of mistake. Let's change that and start sending out good vibe instead.
I think we need to start looking for the good things in people and letting them know. What do you think?
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another.
Joyce
I was thinking about a friend of mine this morning. She had raised two wonderful kids and has a great relationship with them. To see her with her husband, you know they have a great marriage. She sis really wise, she is adorable, she does many nice things for people, she is active at church and she sings the liturgy with the voice of an angel.
I have always admired this special lady, often hat a cutie pie she is and , have received joy to hear her voice in church.
Have I ever told her? NO. Why? I guess we think things about people and assume they automatically know how great they are.
Consider how good you feel when someone give you a complement. It may only be a small thing, but it makes you feel better all day to know someone sees that aspect of you. I think we need to start telling people how we feel , rather it is just, You are looking good today, to That was a wonderful thing you did for .........! /We get enough negative comments in our life. No one minds telling us if we look haggard, if we spelled a word wrong, or if we made some kind of mistake. Let's change that and start sending out good vibe instead.
I think we need to start looking for the good things in people and letting them know. What do you think?
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another.
Joyce
Monday, April 9, 2012
THE PAST WEEK
First time I have been sick in a long time. Also the first time I have missed church on Easter for as long as I can remember. . I don't know what is wrong with me, I think I might be trying to come down with the flu, but I am fighting it like mad. My daughter-in-law, bless her heart, sent me a big bowl of chicken soup on Saturday and for Easter, brought me a roast beef dinner. I so appreciate her thoughtfulness.
Today is a rather l"looking back time" for me. Sixty four years ago in a little Lutheran Church in Ogden Utah, Dick and I were married. It was the beginning of the most fantastic life. In the thirty one years he was alive I learned what true love really meant. He was the most considerate person I have ever known. He was an encourager,big time. . He was fun, funny, romantic and the closest thing to a perfect person I know. We didn't always agree on things, but we had enough sense to sort things out and we never went to bed without sayi8n I love you. I thank God for putting him in my life.
It was a strange story. A fellow from my church said his cousin, who was in the Navy, was coming to town and he wanted me to have a date with him. My reply was, "I wouldn't be caught dead with a sailor." (In those days, sailors had an awful reputation, maybe they still do, I don"t know.) Well, he finally talked me into it and we spent a boring evening visiting his aunt & uncle. Women in the kitchen and men in the living room. He walked me home after we left and I tripped and fell in one of our very deep gutters,. (He always told people he pulled me out of the gutter.)_Ha, ha.
Since my knee was bleeding, we stopped at a Church and sat on the steps to talk. I hated men, (I had an abusive first marriage) and he hated women, (his wife lived with every guy on the base while he was over seas. By the time we finished talking we found that we agreed on so many things and also wanted the same things out of marriage. We decided we were going to get married and made a date to meet for lunch the next day to make our plans.
When I met him he asked if I still wanted to get married. I said yes, and he said me too, but you know, I cant remember your name. I laughed, because I couldn't remember his name either . (you are probably thinking just like my mother die, Out of the Frying Pan & into the fire. He wanted me to come to Albany.Oregon to meet his parents. I said no, I would stay her and get ready to move. He was stationed in Memphis, Tennessee.
He came back two weeks later, we got married and left the next morning for Memphis, and so began the greatest story ever told. I had a five year old son and Dick was the most wonderful father a child could have. I'm sure my parents didn't think it would work out and for a time they were rather cold to him. Over time, they adored him and appreciated the kind of man he was.
Hope I didn't bore you, but since it would have been our anniversary today, I have just had a lot of happy memories.
By the way, I would never recommend any young couple did what we did. We were just lucky. Quite often this kind of marriage would be a flop.
Until nest time
Be kind to one another
Joyce
Today is a rather l"looking back time" for me. Sixty four years ago in a little Lutheran Church in Ogden Utah, Dick and I were married. It was the beginning of the most fantastic life. In the thirty one years he was alive I learned what true love really meant. He was the most considerate person I have ever known. He was an encourager,big time. . He was fun, funny, romantic and the closest thing to a perfect person I know. We didn't always agree on things, but we had enough sense to sort things out and we never went to bed without sayi8n I love you. I thank God for putting him in my life.
It was a strange story. A fellow from my church said his cousin, who was in the Navy, was coming to town and he wanted me to have a date with him. My reply was, "I wouldn't be caught dead with a sailor." (In those days, sailors had an awful reputation, maybe they still do, I don"t know.) Well, he finally talked me into it and we spent a boring evening visiting his aunt & uncle. Women in the kitchen and men in the living room. He walked me home after we left and I tripped and fell in one of our very deep gutters,. (He always told people he pulled me out of the gutter.)_Ha, ha.
Since my knee was bleeding, we stopped at a Church and sat on the steps to talk. I hated men, (I had an abusive first marriage) and he hated women, (his wife lived with every guy on the base while he was over seas. By the time we finished talking we found that we agreed on so many things and also wanted the same things out of marriage. We decided we were going to get married and made a date to meet for lunch the next day to make our plans.
When I met him he asked if I still wanted to get married. I said yes, and he said me too, but you know, I cant remember your name. I laughed, because I couldn't remember his name either . (you are probably thinking just like my mother die, Out of the Frying Pan & into the fire. He wanted me to come to Albany.Oregon to meet his parents. I said no, I would stay her and get ready to move. He was stationed in Memphis, Tennessee.
He came back two weeks later, we got married and left the next morning for Memphis, and so began the greatest story ever told. I had a five year old son and Dick was the most wonderful father a child could have. I'm sure my parents didn't think it would work out and for a time they were rather cold to him. Over time, they adored him and appreciated the kind of man he was.
Hope I didn't bore you, but since it would have been our anniversary today, I have just had a lot of happy memories.
By the way, I would never recommend any young couple did what we did. We were just lucky. Quite often this kind of marriage would be a flop.
Until nest time
Be kind to one another
Joyce
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
I always think of my writing classes when April comes around. The instructor always had us read poetry, write poetry and discuss poetic forms. For that reason I thought I would post a poem or two that I have written.
Easter Dance
Across organ pedals,
glossy patent leather
taps staccato. Tap, slide,
tap slide.
Toccata's rapid runs
lift rhythms
to joyful exultation.
Feet form designs
of Trinity
in the awesome
dance of God.
Mama's Kitchen
Fresh aromas of
perking coffee.
Fels Naphtha soap
and the ever present scent
of fresh-baked bread.
Sun glittered on
trinity of glass shelves
in the window,
filled with miniature cacti:
Old Man, Bishop's Cap,
Hen and Chicken, Snake Plant.
Mama named each one.
Two ovens,
one in a silvery-black
coal stove that heated house
]and cold feet in winter0
but left pies sunk in the middle.
The other in a new, sparkling white
electric stove that baked things right.
Grandma with her white bun
on top of her head,
a pink apron tied around
her chubby belly
often popped in
for a cup of green tea to see
if she was missing anything.
Just simple little poems but a lot of fun writing them. Memories are great for finding poems. Hope you will all sit down and write one or two. Start a little book of them, just for you. Later in life you can look back and review a lot of memories.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
Easter Dance
Across organ pedals,
glossy patent leather
taps staccato. Tap, slide,
tap slide.
Toccata's rapid runs
lift rhythms
to joyful exultation.
Feet form designs
of Trinity
in the awesome
dance of God.
Mama's Kitchen
Fresh aromas of
perking coffee.
Fels Naphtha soap
and the ever present scent
of fresh-baked bread.
Sun glittered on
trinity of glass shelves
in the window,
filled with miniature cacti:
Old Man, Bishop's Cap,
Hen and Chicken, Snake Plant.
Mama named each one.
Two ovens,
one in a silvery-black
coal stove that heated house
]and cold feet in winter0
but left pies sunk in the middle.
The other in a new, sparkling white
electric stove that baked things right.
Grandma with her white bun
on top of her head,
a pink apron tied around
her chubby belly
often popped in
for a cup of green tea to see
if she was missing anything.
Just simple little poems but a lot of fun writing them. Memories are great for finding poems. Hope you will all sit down and write one or two. Start a little book of them, just for you. Later in life you can look back and review a lot of memories.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
Sunday, April 1, 2012
THE DAY THE WIND BLEW
Today is Palm Sunday. It is also April Fools Day. However, I am going to discuss the headlines in today's Columbia which read TALES FROM A TWISTER. There were pictures of the devastation, articles and memories too. Then they asked readers to submit any memories they might have of that day. I don't feel my memories are of i9nterest to most people, but I thought I would share them with you.
April 5, 1972 started out like any other day. Breakfast, bath, chores. Then I went downtown to shop. After lunch at Joe Brown's cafe I started up Fourth Plain, on my way to buy a few groceries at Waremart and then home. As I stopped for a red light I realized that just a block off Fourth Plain was a grocery store. If I stopped there it would save a little time. What made me do this is amazing. I had never been to that store.....It was just a sudden decision.
After leaving the store, I headed up Fourth Plain again on my way home. Barney, my German Shepherd was very nervous when I arrived paced and just acted funny. A few3 minutes later I heard a big blast of wind and looked out the window. A HUGE ball of debris was flying past my window and I thought, boy, if we lived in the South I'd swear we were having a tornado. I didn't know what it was so I turned on the radio. Nothing but soft music. Finally I turned it on our local station.
The reports were shocking. People were killed in Waremart where I would have been at that very time. Peter S. Ogden School was demolished. My friend Kathy Cusack taught school there. Suddenly I heard sirens, which screamed for hours (all afternoon and most of the night). I called my husband, who was working at Good Samaritan Hospital. Portland had no idea the devastation that was going on just across the river.
My friend who was just going to come down Andresen hill said she looked and thought a bomb had dropped on the city. The streets were blocked so people couldn't get to there homes, wires were down. It was one big mess
The thing I remember most was that God was certainly with me on that day. Why didn't I go to my regular store? Why did the storm pass right in front of my house and not do one bit of damage to it? It rally made me feel cared for at a very dangerous time.
My friend Kathy went to my church. On Sunday, she told the congregation what it was like when the wind hit her school. And she said, maybe you can't pray in school, but when I got my kids out of there we prayed.
Seven people died in that storm, Waremart, the school and the bowling alley were destroyed and many homes had damage to them. It is now 40 years later and I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
Until next time
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
April 5, 1972 started out like any other day. Breakfast, bath, chores. Then I went downtown to shop. After lunch at Joe Brown's cafe I started up Fourth Plain, on my way to buy a few groceries at Waremart and then home. As I stopped for a red light I realized that just a block off Fourth Plain was a grocery store. If I stopped there it would save a little time. What made me do this is amazing. I had never been to that store.....It was just a sudden decision.
After leaving the store, I headed up Fourth Plain again on my way home. Barney, my German Shepherd was very nervous when I arrived paced and just acted funny. A few3 minutes later I heard a big blast of wind and looked out the window. A HUGE ball of debris was flying past my window and I thought, boy, if we lived in the South I'd swear we were having a tornado. I didn't know what it was so I turned on the radio. Nothing but soft music. Finally I turned it on our local station.
The reports were shocking. People were killed in Waremart where I would have been at that very time. Peter S. Ogden School was demolished. My friend Kathy Cusack taught school there. Suddenly I heard sirens, which screamed for hours (all afternoon and most of the night). I called my husband, who was working at Good Samaritan Hospital. Portland had no idea the devastation that was going on just across the river.
My friend who was just going to come down Andresen hill said she looked and thought a bomb had dropped on the city. The streets were blocked so people couldn't get to there homes, wires were down. It was one big mess
The thing I remember most was that God was certainly with me on that day. Why didn't I go to my regular store? Why did the storm pass right in front of my house and not do one bit of damage to it? It rally made me feel cared for at a very dangerous time.
My friend Kathy went to my church. On Sunday, she told the congregation what it was like when the wind hit her school. And she said, maybe you can't pray in school, but when I got my kids out of there we prayed.
Seven people died in that storm, Waremart, the school and the bowling alley were destroyed and many homes had damage to them. It is now 40 years later and I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
Until next time
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
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