Monthly Archives: February 2021

Once Upon a Time

I’ve decided that my nieces and nephews need to hear some of the old family stories of relatives in their far distant past or ones they never met. This photo sent to me by my cousin Sara today gave rise to a story when Forgottenman asked me some question about it.

The members of the group are my mother, her two sisters and the husbands of two of them. Left to right, my Aunt Peggy, Uncle Rob, my mom Pat, My father Ben and my Aunt Betty. Uncle Ed, Aunt Betty’s husband, must have taken the photo, or perhaps he stayed home and a stranger took it. At any rate, I believe it is taken on the Capitol steps in D.C. where my glamorous Aunt Betty (of Filipino Lantern May Basket fame) lived. The three women are sisters–at that time the only remaining members of a family of six sisters and two brothers.  Rob and Peggy had driven from Wyoming, picked up my parents in South Dakota and driven to D.C. and points south, going through the states of Kansas and Missouri, where the ladies were born and raised.

One of the most memorable stories of that trip was told to us by my Uncle Rob, a sparkly-eyed gentleman who happened to be the State Superintendent of Schools for the state of Wyoming but who also had a rollicking sense of humor. I adored him.

The story as he told it was that he, Rob, was driving on the Interstate or whatever the equivalent of an Interstate was in the 60’s.  As I recall, they were now in Pennsylvania and for the past fifteen minutes or so, they had passed mile after mile of big fields of grapes. Dad, a rancher and farmer, was always interested in whatever was growing and so Rob was not too surprised when they came to a turn-off, that dad asked him to pull over and stop the car.

He was surprised, however, when dad opened the car door and bounded down the ditch up to the barbed wire fence that surrounded the field, reached over the fence and grabbed a vine, tugged at it and came streaking back to the car streaming a long vine of grapes behind him, jumped into the back seat and started handing the grapes around. My dad consistently astonished and delighted my uncle who had pulled a few hijinks himself in his past, some of which I’ve related in this blog.

I think this photo is an incredible contrast to recent events on those same steps. 

Crown of Thorns: FOTD, Feb 12, 2021

 

For Cee’s FOTD, Feb 12, 2021

Performance in Combatting COVID, Country by Country

 

Click on link below to see how countries rate in their response to Covid:

https://interactives.lowyinstitute.org/features/covid-performance/

Listen to Any Radio Station in the World!

 

Thanks to my friend Candace for introducing me to this incredible site:

http://radio.garden/visit/tizi-ouzou/lU2hvtmh

Go here and scroll around the world. Each tiny prick of light is a different radio station. Click on it and you can listen to that station. Amazing. I have it set for Tizi Ouzou. Ever heard of it? Me, either. Soar on sound around the world. What station do you like?

Here’s Radio Tunisia: http://radio.garden/visit/tunis/vG0FE8pT

And here is Paris: http://radio.garden/listen/nostalgie-legendes/QFL4YZzu

You can also search for any location or station in the world. I’m trying for Rapid City, South Dakota: http://radio.garden/visit/rapid-city-sd/tl5dxd4X

Hint: to search for a certain station, its locale needs to be showing on the map, so scroll to its position on the globe.  Have fun!!!

In the Garden of the Ice Goddess

Photograph by Kelley Farrell

In the Garden of the Ice Goddess

It’s been a chilly fantasy living in your world.
In every tiny rosebud, an icycle is curled.
Though all of us are vying to try to win your favor,
every single day you require a new flavor.

When you ask us over to have a friendly dip,
we swim in your excesses and it’s an uphill trip.
With one toe in the water, you declare it to be frigid
and state the obvious now that the water has gone rigid.

You bend to lift your skirts up, revealing silver blades,
then glide most gracefully away in one of your charades.
Who can guess your motives or your next vain act?
What new futile effort do you wish us to enact?

Logic is not your forte and kindness not your thing.
You always cast asunder everything we bring.
One by one, we falter and we fall away,
knowing we too will turn to ice if we choose to stay.

Photo by Kelley Farrell. See her blog HERE. Prompt words today are chilly, swim, fantasy and vie.

Friendly Friday Blogging Challenge: On the Way

I can’t remember what I was doing when I glimpsed this potential shot. I remember I was in a car and I was the driver. Also that I was waiting for something or someone when I decided I had to get out of the car and take a photo. Within minutes, I was on my way again.

 

For the Friendly Friday Blogging Challenge” On the Way

What Little Worlds

What Little Worlds
(Ode to a Tiny Fungi on the Rainforest Floor)

What little worlds are lost to us
there on the jungle floor
as, looking up,
we tread them underfoot.

Perhaps whole civilizations
extinguished on those orange orbs—
A solar system of planets with their denizens
too microscopic for us to see.

Heedless Gods we are, our mighty glances
overlooking much of what’s beneath us.

But for the camera lens,
how much more we would miss
as we go about our busy greater world.

 

For the dVerse Poets Fungi Prompt. Memories of the Lacandón jungle, 2008. Other small memories of that adventure are below (fungal and non-fungal.)

If These Walls Could Talk


Coping with the 2020’s
If These Walls Could Talk

“It’s for your own welfare that we tell you this,”
my four walls all conspired to tell me with a hiss.
Your life is but a fantasy. It’s dreams that tell the truth.
It’s daylight that echoes the things that are uncouth.
If you could but live in dreams, your life would be an idyll.
It’s living with reality that makes one suicidal.

Prompt words today are echo, welfare, fantasy and idyll. This poem was written in response to the below comment on THIS POEM made by my friend Mary Francis McNinch of the Murdo Girl blog.   “A sad moment. A poem like this with the house talking would be good, too.”

HERE is Mary’s own Talking House poem.

 

CMMP: Blue-Green

 

For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Blue-Green photos