Wednesday, January 17, 2018

bygone times




I have been going through old pictures today,
looking for one in particular,
but finding many others that bring back memories or stir my curiosity about
days gone by...

One cannot guarantee that recollections and stories told
will be perfectly recalled,
or that they will correspond in every small detail
with the recollections of others dear to me.

I have been reading dire things about the reliability of memory,
and things that have been passed on to me have made the journey
through many a brain, but surely pictures do not lie
and they represent a sweet and common heritage.

Here is a picture taken on my great-grandfather's porch
shortly before my grandparents left Ontario for the West.

Clustered on the porch is a great aunt and her little one,
my grandparents, my father, an aunt and an uncle.

My great grandfather occupies the rocker.
The handsome fellow leaning nonchalantly against the post is another uncle,
and to the far right my two aunts
who died in the 1918 flu epidemic.

If this was a farewell visit I can imagine the poignancy of saying goodbye.

I don't know exactly the relationship of the two young girls sitting on the steps,
but the most interesting thing about the girl who sits on the bottom most step
is that she looks exactly like our granddaughter, at the same age,
born almost a hundred years later.






Our lives are all woven together,
and the pattern repeats itself randomly,
to add richness to the tapestry.





Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Confined to Barracks

The 10th day of January, 2018



And I am Confined to Barracks!!

Having spent the first forty years of my married life

as a farmer's wife

on a Veteran's Project.

I found my vocabulary changed considerably,

and I adopted many a military phrase, --

like being thoroughly Brassed Off

that I am in the midst of a

SNAFU
(situation normal, all fouled up)
ladies' more elegant interpretation

in that I am Confined to Barracks on account of

the snow and ice that has put my family in a Flap

that I might Fold Up and Hit the Deck!!

This would never have happened Yonks
(a long time ago)

when I was the one who was in a Flap because it was

quite possible the rascals were AWOL

and I had to do Bed Checks every night!!!

Ah well, times change...

but as much as I appreciate their concern

I do yearn for a little freedom to be

out and about......

Small patches of blue sky right now and soon

the sun will be peaking over the mountain top,

and maybe I will take my lunch out to the porch and dream

about what all the little bulbs are doing,

under that ice and snow that limits old ladies

from going sledding and skiing!

Or even to the grocery store....(whinging..)


Saturday, January 06, 2018

Sunny Side Up

I had a pancake left over from last night's supper, and for breakfast this morning I decided to have it with an egg, and a rasher of bacon...

and then I decided that I would cook the egg sunny side up, as my mother used to do when I was a child.  



(here is a 'stock image' but you get the picture....nothing lavish)

A foggy morning, and it seemed to call for something that had a little brightness to it!!

As a matter of fact, I am inclined to prefer my whole life, "sunny side up", 
remembering the good things, rather than the sorrowful or agonizing, 
or just plain irritating events
 that continue to pop up along with joy and pleasant times.

It makes life more enjoyable 
to be a Blue bird
rather than an Eeyore

(and I have run into my share of "dark cloud" people
over the years..)

How about you?  How do you greet a gloomy day?

Do you cherish happy memories?

.....or is life full of regrets and annoyances

and melancholy?

Here is Pharrell Williams to help release

your serotonin, your dopamine, and your endorphins!!!!



Be happy!!!


Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Z for zip

ABC Wednesday
January 2nd, 2018
the letter is Z, for Zip

Today is my 93rd birthday.



It coincides with the ending of the alphabet

and I have chosen Z for Zip

Thinking that it is time I went Zipping along......

as much as I have enjoyed participating in

ABC Wednesday for lo these many years.

I will be reading all your posts,

but only contributing when the spirit moves me.

I will concentrate this year on the letter W

for Weaving!!



and G for Gardening


when the S for snow goes!


in the meantime
lots more Zs here at ABC Wednesday
Thank you Melody....

will see you around!

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Yesteryear

ABC Wednesdasy
December 27th, 2017

The letter is Y for Yesteryear


Times gone by........

"That one of the most striking lines of poetry on beauty's impermanence
was written by a priest-killer and a thief, 
is among literary history's many seeming incongruencies".

"Where are the snows of yesteryear"

appears in a ballade in the middle of Francois Villons "Testament"
a long, otherwise irreverent poem 
skewering French noblemen, priests and prostitutes.

Villon wrote the poem in a Paris prison,  and was
never heard from again after being banished from Paris.

But Dante Gabriel Rosetti was one of the first
to translate the famous ballade into English,

coining the word "yesteryear: to capture the sense
of the French word 'anten'
which means 'last year' but also 'once' or 'in the past'.

D.H. Lawrence, in 1928, included in Lady Chatterley's Lover
the haunting question

"Where are the snows of Yesteryear"






Here are the snows of today....


More Ys here at ABC Wednesday








Tuesday, December 19, 2017

ABC Wednesday
December 20th, 2017

The letter is
for The OXEN by Thomas Hardy.


The Oxen

by Thomas Hardy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
an Elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in the hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years!  Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come, see the oxen kneel,

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.

This poem has been with me for a long, long time
and when I was first married,
a city girl, learning to love the farm,
I was tempted on those Christmas Eves,
at midnight,
to slip into the barn
where the cow and the ewes
 and an occasional early lamb dwelt,

"Hoping it might be so"

More Xs here at ABC Wednesday







Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Oh Well.....blame it on the warp and weft.

ABC Wednesday
December 13th, 2017
The letter this week is evidently W
for Warp and for Weft

It seems I missed a week somehow during the first part of December!!!

How did I do that?

Oh, I know how I did that - 

I was so delighted to have my eight shaft dressed and in harness 

and was too busy throwing the WEFT through the WARP

and making kitchen towels to give away at Christmas.






Just a little short Warp to help balance the loom

while my son  patiently tied

all the cords and the strings and the heddles

to dress Her Ladyship.

More Ws here at ABC Wednesday
now we're back on track.




Vintage Christmas

ABC Wednesday
The letter is V, for Vintage Christmas cards and music
December 13th, 2017

Those Vintage years, 
when Christmas meant more than a rush to get ready......

And each of these cards was accompanied
by a loving Christmas letter......





some lovely Christmas music to waft through the house
while you write those
messages of friendship and love from tender hearts

Dinah Shore

more Vs here at ABC Wednesday