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The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned culinary skills. I loved those days when the
room was filled with the sounds of our chatting, laughing and clanging pots and pans, as we
busied ourselves preparing meals before sitting down at our group tables to enjoy the fruits
of our labors. That was my first semester. In the next semester came. . . .SEWing.
Gone were the room’s former tantalizing odors. And the tables once used for sampling
our experiments in cooking had been ominously transformed. Now there were patterns
we’d been asked to buy in fabric stores pinned onto pieces of material and laid out
across the center of each table. Those forms for clothing-yet-to-be, strange maps imprinted
with vertical and horizontal lines and codes along their edges, confused and overwhelmed
me. The implements of baking - mixing bowls, pans, and the cups and spoons for
measuring - had been replaced by a much less comforting display of thread and thimbles,
sewing machines, binding tape and scissors.
With zero scintillation and after the befuddling explanations from my teacher,
I somehow ended up with a hot pink mini dress(actually wearable!) with white trim
amateurishly attached, and. . .for all my effort, the stunning grade of C.
Thankfully, in high school I discovered among a broader choice of electives, Creative Writing
Class, my time to sparkle!
For Carol Brown's "Story Time" (just one story of many that would comprise my bio)
~There Was a Time~
There was a time when I would look
out over the azure glory of a Michigan lake,
or tear up from the umber-brown beauty
of Grand Canyon in the Arizona sun.
There was a time when I smelled
the fragrance of fresh baked bread
when east winds blessed us with the aroma
from our neighborhood bakery.
There was a time when I could hear
Elvis singing on my neighbor’s hi-fi
without the head shaking sound
of a wooferized bass.
There was a time when I hopped
aboard moving freight trains
or climbed the tallest water towers,
indifferent to the loss of life and limb.
There was a time when Doug and I slinked
through harvesting backyards
pilfering grapes and teasing dogs,
ever mindful of how long the leashes were.
There was a time when I could eat
a box of Girl Scout cookies
as I watched ‘Cavalcade of Sports’
and never gain a pound.
And there was a time when I never felt
the cold as I scurried up and down
the sledding hill at Bancroft Park
with my Flexible Flyer proudly in hand.
The world is full of failure and downfall of lost
dreams, memories of those wonderful
songs of long ago.
Those great days of summer when school
was forgotten, oh what a time that was,
when our parents told us to be
careful and go-slow.
The movies on Saturday afternoon, was our place
to be, afterwards a trip to our music store,
to listen to our favorite group.
Downtown was busy, not like now, so many
stores to shop in, riding the elevator up and
down, just for the fun of it, or just riding
in our car on Saturday night around the loop.
Saturday afternoon we sometimes watched
Dick Clark's Bandstand, those couples danced
so well. loved it when they would rate a song,
it's so hard to believe those days are gone as well
as our youth, my friends are no where to be found,
and many have passed on, those days were great,
we had a life time ahead of us, now
they are long gone.
wrote 5-2-08
Life was just so simple then.
A long time ago, way back when.
Being excited to have a sleep over.
During recess playing red rover.
Letting your mind go, being carefree.
Trying to build that house in the tree.
Going with your friends to explore the woods.
Running to the corner store, for your candy goods.
Everything was different back there.
It was so much easier to breathe in the air.
A time when the grass was so much greener.
Best friends with a good demeanor.
Going to the diamond and hitting the baseball.
Back then the world was ours because it was small.
Seeing pictures, with our arms around one another.
That picture captured a memory of my friends, my brothers.
Those were the days when we didn't have to worry.
We thought we'd stay young forever, so no hurry.
Looking back at these moments frozen in time.
These memories are indescribable, they can't be rhymed
A blank space
Unkempt
Overgrown
But, so full of happiness and future
With the nurturing that only time can bring
Change, new and innocent
Full of wonder and inexperience-
Almost childlike in nature,
Springs up slowly because of attention and patience-
As knowledge leads to a wisdom that only experience and maturation bring,
The ups and downs of continual trial and error
Erode the possibility devotion and hard work once brought about
Dry dusty earth is what is left of soil,
Once so dark and rich.
Birds chirp and flock about no longer
Squirrels do not feel welcomed
Those who once shared time and space peacefully,
Now find themselves caught up in a silent war
Full of stares that try unsuccessfully to hide confusion, sadness, and dispair
As the once beautiful garden is now, sadly, lifeless at best,
Struggling, all the while, to hold on.
Why can't I get her
Out of my mind
We only knew each other
For a few hours
And I haven't seen her since
I still remember every detail
Of our time being together at the bar
From the moment we met
Till the time that she left
We hit it off instantly
And I felt so relaxed around her
I remember everything
The way we danced together
Our bodies fitting perfectly
Dancing in sync with each other
When I looked into her eyes
I could see so much
See that she wanted me
I knew she could see I wanted her
Even now I can still feel
Her soft lips against mine
As we kissed, we were lost in time
When we finally gave in to our desires
I felt I ha died and gone to heaven
I never wanted to let her go
But all too soon she had to leave
I never saw her again
Except for in my dreams
I climb into the big haymow
On this eventful day
Looking for childhood memories
Trapped in a mound of hay.
The large expanse is empty now
And somehow looks too small
To have held all the busy times
Now sweet in my recall.
It took a lot of sweat to get
From hot hayfield to mow
And then some more to pitch hay down
To feed each horse and cow.
Horses and cattle are all gone,
Mama and Daddy too.
It's time for selling off the past
And starting life anew.
I hear them coming, clamber down.
It's time to sell the barn.
It will be moved, the very last
Of Dad and Mother's farm.
The land will go to buyers who
Will break it into lots.
The only farming then will be
In little garden plots.
Entered in Rambling Poet contest
Inspired by her poem "The House"
The thorns within my sight,
the sounds that touch my eyes.
A dizzy stare and so much tare,
make it there and I’ll save some grass to
Gladly
Share.
Roll it tight but make it right,
sounds of sights turn inside your mind.
A down wholesome game,
isn’t to much to save.
Trade away, but keep it safe,
hidden in a daze,
So
Much
To delay.
Laugher has sought white lies,
but time isn’t on time tonight.
You lose your way and wonder for days,
heavens gaze is only a bag away.
Seek aromatic incense,
covers of marijuana’s sudden
Sense.
A tired cent,
bought for labors sake,
Just
Take and take, then float
Around
For days.
Seek heavens daze for days,
only to find it’s a bag away.
Form:
I'm wondering when
next time we meet,
what form we'll take
in the next heartbeat
Will we be the rays
that blaze from the sun,
or could we be sprays
from when time begun
Maybe as nightingales
we’ll sing to the moon,
or maybe as wolves
we’ll sing our own tune
Would that we shifted
dimensions and time,
maybe our hearts
would beat the same rhyme
Maybe as echos
through deserts vast,
or maybe a comet
that moseys on past
Will we be leaves
that glisten the trees,
or will we be wind
that blows to the seas
Whatever we will be
and wherever we become,
set our spirit free
we are one anthem
It seems more than a lifetime ago
Oh, innocents, how were we to know
Where our divergent paths would lead
How different our goals and needs
We come here tonight to revisit our past
Knowing well this moment cannot last
But for this special time we'll see
A reflection of who we used to be
Our faces worn by the passage of time
And all the mountains we had to climb
Some are missing, we hold them dear
Not forgotten, in memory they are near
So dear class, that was out time in the sun
So bittersweet to be with you, each and everyone....
Written for my upcoming class reunion..