Out For Dinner With Hicks
HICK – A derogatory slang term for lower class whites raised in rural areas, usually within trailer parks or hog farms. Generally used more for Midwesterners than Southerners (see: redneck) When Dad and our Step-Mom, MsB, were up from North Carolina last month for a visit, we all decided one night to go out to dinner at Swiss Chalet. All of us as in Lex … Continue reading Out For Dinner With Hicks
About A Woman Named Millie
This year I feel my GrandmaD’s presence. I see her subtle influence so often of late. After Grandpa died, and she became a widow, she changed. She would only wear the colours black, white and red. Sometimes maybe a beige top every once in a while in the summer … but normally just the basic black, white and red. Shoes, tops, pants, socks, the whole … Continue reading About A Woman Named Millie
The Mill Pond @ Dodge
From the beginnings of recorded history there has been an attraction to this spot. Archaeological digs have unearthed three sites used by the Neutral Native people’s from back when a stream flowed down to the river. The first Mill was built on the site in 1853, and remained until the main building of that Mill burned in 1964. The original plot was purchased by a … Continue reading The Mill Pond @ Dodge
On The Path Towards Train Geekdom
I realized this morning as I found myself joining another Train/Railway Group, that I had become a train-geek. I believe it started back when Mom came home from work (she worked at our local Newspaper doing the ads and being the mother hen of the paper) with a picture an older gentleman had brought in of a steam engine coming into the old Station here … Continue reading On The Path Towards Train Geekdom
The Gifts Of The Muse
Oh, I am so fey, so much sometimes that tea-towel in the wind. As the weather warms, the trees all fresh with new green leaves, spring flowers burst out with their pinks & yellows & purples, and as the light rises in the sky, it illuminates so many memories. Good f’n maudlin sometimes. I push myself, every day, I show myself how wonderful it is … Continue reading The Gifts Of The Muse
As Seen From The Porch
After this dull, grief-stricken Fall and Winter, I am in LOVE with Spring this year. It is so beautiful that it is almost enough to fill the void left from leaving the cottage, and all that I left there. This morning as I was sitting on the porch with my cylinders of sin, the FluffyB and my thoughts and I am enraptured over what I … Continue reading As Seen From The Porch
Blessing for Sunday
Calm be they sleep as infants’ slumbers! Pure as angel thoughts thy dreams! May ever joy this bright world numbers Shed o’er thee their mingled beams! Thomas Moore Irish Songwriter (1779-1852) CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
From Above In An Old Garden
My sister is the fourth generation of our family to own this old garden. GrandmaD say’s she remembers when she was young in the early 1920’s and she would visit her Aunt Jen, she says the gardens then were magnificent; the old climbing roses all lusty and intertwining up the giant trellis’, the “elephant turd” {as my mother so lovely referred to the mound that … Continue reading From Above In An Old Garden
Magnolia Blooms
on bended knee I beg the dark for what is yet to be when loss robs me of my heart with lies to block my eyes a truth in serenity awaits that embrace of shadows of the past and longings not yet seen of earthly delights; it hides within the quiet corners with dreams shot thru in the morning light magnolia memories embrace me within … Continue reading Magnolia Blooms
somedays
it just feels good to cry to lay my grief down and acknowledge from blue day sunshine that muddled path behind the hazy way ahead; quiet moments within released and wet my weary mind on bloodrooted walkways under long shadows down thru that swampy mill and up along the grey paved way underneath that sky but I cry for things which are lost for that … Continue reading somedays
The Old Stomping Grounds: Bar Culture
Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture Continue reading The Old Stomping Grounds: Bar Culture
Out And About, eh?
This weeks Weekly Writing Challenge asks to showcase your slang. It can be a display of regional pride, a contemplation on new words you’ve heard, but still don’t quite understand, or a practice in dialogue that mimics our regular speaking patterns. As an American who grew up in Canada, I know some slang. Often growing up I was around so many words for the same … Continue reading Out And About, eh?
Blessing for Sunday
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. W.B. Yeats [Irish writer and statesman (1865-1939)] CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
by PaulaB 