she is a married lady in love with a married man
they are together now daily, you see them holding hands
she writes him cards and letters, he writes her beautiful poems
she packs her wedding dress away and makes their house into a home
married lady with shiny pots and pans
brand new china and decorating plans
she is a married lady doing her best each day
with two little boys and a baby, one more on the way
tricycles turn to bicycles, bicycles turn to cars
she sees those babies fly, spread their wings to the stars
married lady with wash on the line
she’s cooking and cleaning all of the time
everyone who meets her, they all agree nobody is sweeter
she is a special kind of rose that only grows in the springtime
i will never know another
quite as nice as this beautiful lady — she’s my mother
(8 bar bridge of CSNY-esque harmonies)
she is a married lady still in love with that man
now they have three grand babies and she still has decorating plans
fifty-five years gone by now, they’ve been side by side
he’s still writing poems, she still looks like a bride
married lady, her name is Mim
i do appreciate she married him
married lady, the very best lady i know
she is a married lady
in love with a married man…
~~ end of lyric.
Mom and Dad — August 20th, 1959.
So, I wrote that song for Mom, eh, and sang and played it on guitar at her and Dad’s 55th wedding anniversary party this past summer. Cousin Helen took some pix of me presenting it, I’ll have to ask her for those.
As the party danced on, Mom and Sister Rosie treated us to dueling harmonicas.
That’s Dad to Mom’s left.
Earlier we gathered outside.
as to the first photo in this post… about a week ago Kelly conceptualized, set up and took that photo for her Instagram photography account.
(fyi, she just reached 23K followers on her gymnastics Instagram account!)
But back to this story…
I added my pack of Christmas cards to the mix and took the following… (with not such a good camera as Kelly’s)
(If I still had my working photoshop I’d ‘ve made those art residue stains on the table disappear.) Alas, I’ve been technically-sideswiped again by the Universe.
It’s all good tho, eh?
I’ll soon be sending one of those cards to cousin Helen and other dear ones up in Canada Land.
As per the above lyric — true, Mom loves to decorate and redecorate, has ever since I’ve known her. She’s got that special touch.
Here’s the interior of that little porch she and Dad added to their beach cottage a few years ago…
Mind you, Jim, Kelly and I only had THREE days to visit with my side of the family this summer, so running around snapping House & Style photos was not on my mind as much as communing with real humans, and photographing them.
I like the cottage. They bought it in 1979.
Dad’s Christmas pressie from us this year is a framed photo of the 3 grand-babies on the beach.
Mom’s present is an old Wedgwood “Jasper Blue” bowl that’s in this box I wrapped yesterday…
Jim bought the blue bowl and an identical “rosewood” tinted one at a yard sale a few months ago.
Mom loves blue dishes and I rose, so there we go!
My bowl is currently upside-down, used as a shell stand, as you can see.
But here’s how it would probably look if a Normal Person owned it ….
(fyi, that’s not spider poop on my shelf — it’s golden sparkles from a votive candle that was sitting there before I snapped the pix.)
Yesterday Kelly chose the following card for Nanny & Poppy…
That’s a shot she took, trying out her new-used Fuji Finepix.
And today — Monday Dec. 8th, 2014 I set out those and other pressies to Canada in my shipping bin, along with my eBay parcels…
So AWESOME I don’t even have to go to the Post Office to mail Internationally! All done online, with labels and customs forms printed out at home, cool!
I’ll be sure to tell Mom & Dad not to look at my blog until after Christmas so their pressies will stay a surprise!
And I’m sure I’ll be posting here again before Christmas. Been writing poems lately! Well, 1 or 3. Edit — Nope, more posting didn’t happen.
Posted with love and wonderment,
Family, Friends, Nova Scotia | Posted by Jannie on 26 August 2014 @ 7:53 PM
(my feet at my parents’ cottage.)
If you’re thinking “Hey… Jannie is in every one of those,” you’re absolutely right! And you win a prize!!
The prize is… I’ll write you a short poem on any topic you want in a comment below.
So give me a word or short phrase, and I’ll totally write you a poem. Totally, totally!
And even if you weren’t thinking “Hey, Jannie’s in all those” you still get a poem if you want!
xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo from Jannie, who recently had the privilege of going HOME with Kelly and Jim!!
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.