1. go pour some wine
2. go make some tea
3. go eat some candy
4. go eat some cake
5. go eat some pie
6. go pop open a beer
7. go scrub the bath tub
8. go rinse the bath tub
9. go enjoy your bath
10. go call your mother
if you’re lucky enough
to still have one
and if your mom
has passed on, write
exactly this in an
email, text or
on A Real Piece Of
Paper to one of
“I am grateful
for the gift of
of gratitude also
ones who only
grow cuter and
(my S.O. is even more
handsome now than
when I first met him
all those years ago.)
Happy day to all.
P.S. That first bit was close to 55 words, eh?? And it IS still Friday…
Nova Scotia, Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 23 October 2012 @ 12:07 PM
where their red hair comes from
but that’s okay, it comes from love’s
ocean we’re all mermaiding in.
it comes from the doctor’s daughter who
in 1916 at age 10 posed in a Nova Scotia
summergarden with a chestnut violin.
it comes from the pines and the lilacs
of the dance hall she bought on auction
with 700 borrowed dollars in 1942,
the dance hall now in arrears,
but with my loving intention will shine
up the seashells again in seven years.
(because all love is up to me.)
one day, the invisible red thread that ties us all together
will reveal how after her too-young Episcopalian minister
husband died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart attack,
she took up buying and selling
antiques for the next 35 years,
finally closing shop at age 85
and her eyes at age 97.
how she never remarried, but
for a while had a beau who landed
on the beach in front of her house
to take her flying by seaplane.
how she loved silver
blue cotton sundresses
a glass of white a night
her 3 sons, their wives
and went on to outlive
all her sisters and friends,
but not the lilacs, and
not the love writing
this bottled message
here in Texas today.
will 2 red-haired angels
one day get to be friends
with a little half-sister,
maybe show her around
all the secret caves and coves
of the island they call home?
I hope so!
but who knows?
who knows how it
all will go, really?
i sure don’t, but
my money’s on the love
and on the red string
that knows all
the best waves are
still yet to come.
~~ end of poem written with hope and trust in all things good.
And hey — it’s Tuesday!
Sorry I’ve not been out to most of your blogs lately, I’m still in major bread-winning mode these days.
Love you all, tho. And plan on blog-hopping later this week, whoooohoooooo.
A lady once spent
six hours a day bloggin’
‘Til she got a day job
and lost half her noggin.
Somehow her Mothers’ Day
post fell behind.
Now it’s quite late.
She hopes you don’t mind?
So, who could all those
gals be way up there,
ladies with summertime
shine in their hair.
Mom’s on the far left,
the “baby” of the five.
So lucky these
ladies are all still alive!!
Photo was taken
almost ten years ago
outside Saint James’
one day without snow.
Speaking of James’es who
are saintly and such,
That’s mine in the middle,
him I love much.
No, he’s not perfect,
but Honey, who is?
Except for Christ Jesus
in the forgiveness biz.
But back to the story
of the sisters above,
Each of them mothers.
Each of them love.
They are in Canada
while we’re here in Texas.
Next year we might drive up
in an good pre-owned Lexus.
Or fly in the sky in
a seven thirty seven
back home to the land of
Tim Hortonly heaven.
As to Kelly’s Christening
that earlier sweet now,
as to the land where
I learned to milk cows,
the wee one in the photo
with her toes peeking out,
– let’s give that singing
little cutie a shout.
She co-starred in her
school musical last week,
the stow-away in “Pirates”
She was AMAZING. And sweet.
She made me a mother
for which I’m so grateful.
Thus concludes this poem
… only fifteen days lateful.
And because Jannie loves threes…
there’s one I just took of a notecard sketched by Carol Olson in 1976.
I’m guessing it depicts the town 100 years ago.
The big whole family Kelly’s Christening Day photo was taken in front of the church on the left.
Family, Nova Scotia | Posted by Jannie on 30 September 2011 @ 8:00 PM
I just remembered I once had a red velvet blazer
I usually wore with a skyblue calico long ruffled skirt
and an off-white semi-fancy key-hole tee shirt.
Lord only knows what I had on my feet.
Actually, very smart leather sandals until it snowed.
I was 14, and the recent 4-H public-speaking champ
in my age division, snagging Provincials in Fredericton
for my spiel on how CB radios had transformed the world.
Next I leapt up to Maritime level where
I spent a whirlwind whole 4 days in Halifax,
a metropolis of then probably 100,000!!
(I lived 15 miles outside a town of 15,000.)
In Halifax I got to stay in a 3-story hotel!!!
with 50 other public-speaking teen hopefuls.
There I discovered the magic of a disco ball,
the bliss of hard meringue and learned from
the bread-baking demonstration twins how to
properly eat soup, as taught to them by nuns.
Proud to say I’ve been holding and dipping my
spoon correctly for over 33 years now, thanks to
the bread twins so cute in matching kerchiefs!
The twins won in their demo division,
beating out my hometown Johnny Branch
with his blood-squirting first-aid dummy.
I remember each time a camera
flashed during the twins’ performance
they’d smile, as if possibly their grins
would appear retroactively on film.
Funny, the things you remember.
Anyway, back to my red velvet blazer.
It came from some hand-me-down grab-bag,
and I wore it at the competition in Halifax.
I remember other things from that trip too.
Like, Sheila from P.E.I. puking on the spider
and “Bat Out Of Hell” being THE album.
I could probably tell you more, like how on
the drive home I pretended I wasn’t really
hungry when we stopped for lunch, ordering
only a small fry and water because I was too
proud or too ashamed (or both) to admit I
only had $1.75 spending money left, but no.
I’ll divulge no more of this today, my friend.
I will say my “Breaker-breaker good buddy,
we got a skatin’ rink east of the hole in the wall…”
speech did not win the Maritime competition.
I came in 3rd of 3, losing to a boy who spoke
about the Sable Island ponies, and the grand
winner, who effused from her heart about how
she loved books. Wonder where she is and what
she remembers about Halifax, August 1978.
~~~ end of wanderment..
My niece this past summer in My Hometown…
And her brother, back the lane from Mom & Dad’s red barn and red-roofed house…
As I’ve mentioned, my Irish forepeeps were deeded that land around 1830.
And Nephew on the beach this summer at Mom and Dad’s cottage, about 7 miles from their farm house…
They are both SO cute, and precious. I was not able to get home this summer, but I WILL next.
(Snagged those 3 pix off my sis’ FB page.)
P.S. There are 3 Canadian Maritime provinces…
1. New Brunswick – capital city Fredericton
2. Nova Scotia — capital city Halifax
3. Prince Edward Island (P.E.I.) — capital city Charlottetown
End of post!!
Nova Scotia, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 20 January 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Why should I care my Alexa Rank’s
been slipping upwards for months?
What does a silly number matter,
when my trees are more singing than ever
my child more laughing
my husband more snuggly
you all much dearer
and the oceans more and more
dancing with the promise
of every sweet day yet to come?
Hey, that was a Friday Flash Fiction 55 for our G-Man.
The lowest Alexa Rank I’ve ever attained was about 150,000!
Yes, FUNSTERLAND was the 150,000th most popular website IN THE WORLD about 3 months ago!!!!!
Then I started putting more time and energy into songwriting than blogging.
Now, I rank… but I don’t really give a flying fiddler’s flute about the number!
Posted with love and ocean-ment,