Category Archives: childhood

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(in honor of all the recent space activity and a soon to arrive full moon – a repost from 2 years ago)

50th anniversary of the week of the Apollo 11 moon landing

I was 11

on the cusp of everything 

we went over

to my parents’ friends’ house

everyone was transfixed

air was electric

all gathered around the tv

watching

silent and awestruck

gobsmacked

as the first man walked on the moon

spoke his first words on the moon

 lots of emotion in the house

I ran to the window to look at the moon 

hoping I would see him up there

right in the middle of all of this

the hostess

left to go to the hospital

to have her baby

she named him neil

after that man on the moon.

“we ran as if to meet the moon.” 

― robert frost

image credit: Ann Arbor district library archives

on the last day.

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on the last day

in the last hour

of a wild ride

in a year of ups and downs

we all made it through

 the kinder emerged stronger than ever

taking a final gentle walk

into the sunshowers of summer.

 

“now shall i walk or shall i ride? ‘ride,’ pleasure said; ‘walk’ joy replied.”

-w.h.davies

 

ideas.

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when you want to change the color of your shoes

but don’t have a job

to make the money to buy them

and no one will hire you

just because you are a 4-year-old

even though you have a lot of energy

you find your own way to get those turquoise shoes.

“a busy mind is full of thoughts, a blissful mind is full of ideas.” 

– amit kalantri, author

hostage.

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ted’s

where i spent many hours of my childhood

famous to many as a woodward drive-in restaurant and hot rod cruising spot back in the day

famous to me as the scene of many family dinners and celebration spot

and that one suumer day

when my older sisters and i walked up to ted’s

all on our own

the hostess seated us in a booth

feeling very grown up

 pooling all of our change

looking at the menus

ordering 2 plates of french fries and lots of ketchup to share

when we finished, so proud of ourselves

the waitress dropped off our bill

my older sisters knew math

 realizing that we didn’t have enough money to pay the bill

my sisters somehow negotiated with the waitress

 to leave me in the booth while they ran home to get more money

 i sat in the booth quietly waiting for their return

feeling what it meant to be a hostage

without ever having heard the word in my young life

i’d still like to know

how they got the waitress to agree to this

how they talked my mom into letting us go up there alone in the first place

perhaps we snuck up there

and what they told my mom when they returned home without me to get more money?

i’ll ask my sister the next time we meet.

not at ted’s.

“every happiness is a hostage to fortune.”

-arthur helps

*happy lmtwgrblkufgdw.

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so happy to be celebrating

*Love Makes the World Go Round;

But, Laughter Keeps Us From Getting Dizzy Week: 8-14 

i feel lucky to have a job that keeps me laughing.

who else gets to say/respond to such great things at work?

“you need to have pants on.”

“try not to touch every person in the room”

“i know you washed your hands this morning, but it is afternoon now.”

“fish don’t really like to be hugged.”

“try to bend your legs to sit on the sled, that is called making them stiff and that is different, try to bend…..”

“did you call me grandpa?”

“it’s important to have both shoes.”

“before we start we all have to promise not to cry if we don’t get to the candy castle first.”

“behind you is that way.”

“why did she call you beth?”

“if you put that in your nose, it might not come out.”

“your snowpants are backwards, let’s see if i can help you fix that.”

“you want to be called something new?”

“i’m pretty sure these are your boots because your parents put them in your bag and they have your name on them.”

“your mom is having a baby but you’re not supposed to tell anyone yet?”

“i’m not sure that ranch dressing is good to drink.”

each day is the best day ever.

never a day goes by without a laugh or ten. 

 

 

 

image credit: puffin puff pastry, google images

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

do you remember?

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who remembers this?

sitting backwards

making faces

rolling around on turns

cigarette smoke-filled air

fighting over who could sit there

the door that swung open

back window down

best seat ever.

 

“like all great travelers, i have seen more than i remember, and remember more than i have seen.”

-benjamin disraeli

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: doyouremember.com