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flivver.

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 the pinto wagon

pea-soupy green

wood-ish sides

bare bones edition

shared with sibs

junk food

single shoes

lost school papers

hand crank windows

no air

sometimes heat

as many friends as we could jam in

 rockin’ our fm-converter

 a drag-racing ticket 

but it had wheels 

took us places

 this was our flivver.

had a number of flivvers

over the years

but none 

carried the memories

like this one. 

do you remember your flivver?

FLIVVER:

Part of Speech- Noun

Origin – Unknown, early 20th century

Definition – A cheap car or aircraft, especially one in bad condition.

 

“a car for every purse and purpose.”

-alfred p. sloan

 

 

credits: google image, wordgenius.com

scents and sensibility.

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The New York Times recently published an article in which they discuss the power of scents to transport us. “Scents and memory are inextricably tied together – the smell of a grandmother’s house, a childhood pet, or a particular brew of morning tea.” NYT restaurant critic, Tejal Rao, has even has created a “Smell Museum” of her life in LA, cataloging the aromas she encountered in her home and office. The paper asked readers to send them their scent memories. This got me thinking about my own scent memories:

 Freshly cut grass – brings me back to my childhood Saturday mornings, waking up to my dad mowing the lawn, windows open, curtains blowing

Jergen’s Lotion (Original Scent) – Almond and Cherry – the lotion my mother bought and we all used

Coffee brewing – When I was pregnant with my first daughter, I was drawn to this amazing aroma and I never have stopped loving it

Baby’s Heads – Always takes me instantly back to when my babies were little

Herbal Essense Shampoo – (Original Scent )- My teen years, and trying to figure out life, I felt beautiful when using this shampoo on my hair

 

What are some of your scent memories? Good or bad –

“nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.”

  • -vladimir nabokov

 

 

credits: NYT – Jaspal Rivait, Melissa Kirch, Tejal Rao

left.

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 old and rusted

i wonder about the day

when the child

left the bike here one last time

never to enter that tiny house again. .

“what do we leave behind when cross each frontier?

each moment seems split in two:

melancholy for what was left behind

and the excitement of entering a new land.”

-che guevara

where hobbies, hijinks, and capers go bad = my childhood #7

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my middle sister and i hatched a plan to get on the radio

when we heard about a fund raising radio-thon.

 anyone who called in with a year-long pledge

would hear their names on the radio as a thank you.

as soon as our mom went upstairs

we dialed up the station on our kitchen phone

 excitedly pledging to send 2 dollars a month for a whole year.

within the hour, we heard our names announced

we were so proud and cheering for ourselves

until all the noise caused our mom to come downstairs

asking what we were celebrating

as she quickly reminded us once again

that we were young kids with no income

(other than what we made from our other schemes)

and there was no way we could actually pay them a cent.

 how quickly our fame turned to shame

 how fearful we were

thinking the radio station

would send someone right over to our door to collect.

though they might not have found us

as we were soon busy doing hard time in our room.

‘fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.’

-emily dickinson

 

 

 

 

image credit: eBay

stories are the rivers.

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my daughter was given a small box

filled with items

from her great grandfather/great grandmother

on her father’s side.

it contained such an interesting mix

with no one to explain

the meaning

the importance

the story

of the items inside.

some of them were:

a pocket knife,

a key to a city in louisiana,

one heart-shaped earring,

and a piece of paper with

‘hamlet, act 1, scene 3’

handwritten on it.

i wish we knew the story of

why each was significant in their lives.

why was each item worth saving in a special box?

‘we all belong to an ancient identity.

stories are the rivers that take us there.’

-frank delaney

who he was.

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i remember my dad standing right here 

when i was 2 years old

 we lived in chicago

 he was so young

just starting out in his career

i remember the bar in our basement 

climbing up into the stools

the candle wrapped in netting

the straw hats on the wall

and i remember 

he loved to be the life of the party. 

“it doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”

-anne sexton

happy father’s day to all 

sugar skulls.

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today our kinders

learned  a beautiful lesson

about a lovely tradition

honoring those who we have loved and lost

and now continue to remember

on this very special holiday each year

and onward.

“the core belief of the Day of the Dead is so poetic and simple: as long as we remember those who have passed away, as long as we tell their stories, sing their songs, tell their jokes, cook their favorite meals, then they are with us, around us, and in our hearts.

-jorge r. guiterrez

The Art of the Book of Life, Introduction 
(Dia de los Muertos – Day of the Dead)

this post is dedicated to little hazen

forever 5

 who left us on this day

much loved

 lost much too soon

and always remembered.