My father was a spruiker. At the juncture of each road,
he pulled his wagon to the side and spilled out all his load.
His wagon, heavy-laden, contained such treasures that
he knew he would sell something. He had his spiel down flat.
He had an old pump organ whose callithumpian tunes
filled the air with music from the treetops to the dunes.
People came from miles away to see what caused the din,
then grouped around the wagon to see what was within.
This commenced the distribution of all my papa’s treasures:
clothes and pans and furbelows and other worldly pleasures:
squeezeboxes and vases and women’s pantaloons,
chamber pots and laces and inflatable pontoons.
Pre-loved dolls for little girls and balls for little boys.
Jump ropes, checkers, building blocks, assorted wind-up toys.
Tobacco plugs for Grandpa and canning jars for Gran.
Corsets for vain ladies to decrease their middle span.
Bridles for one’s horses and ropes to lead their cows.
Chicken feed and saddles and feeding trays for sows.
There was hardly anything that wagon did not hold,
and my father’s selling spiel was loud and brash and bold.
“Huzzah huzzah, huzzzah!” he’d call out to the crowd,
his bounty spread for viewing and touching was allowed.
Everything available–all that you could see
except for one thing on the wagon seat, and that small girl was me!!!!
Prompt words today are spruiker, juncture, callithumpian, lade and distribution. Image by Tamara Garcevic on Unsplash, used with permission.
spruiker noun at spruik verb. DEFINITIONS1. 1. (Australian English) someone who tries to persuade people to buy something, use a service, etc often in a dishonest or exaggerated way.
Callithumpian refers to a band of discordant instruments or a noisy parade.

Great poem woven out of the prompts.
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Thanks, Sadje. Fiction as I’m slightly too young to have had a grandpa peddler in a wagon..
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You’re welcome! It is fiction but you have made it so real. 👍👍👍
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Not only good use of the prompt words, but a treasure of old things rarely seen today.
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Hi Judy! You did so wonderfully with these prompts. I remember a culture (Hungarian) where peddlers did the same ..with the same music….thumping, breezy sound, like an old man who has lost his breath!
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Ha..shades of a squeezbox.
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What wonderful words! ‘Spruiken’ does sound exceedingly Dutch or Afrikaans.
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It does, doesn’t it? Dutch was the language I grew up hearing at family dinners, between my dad and grandma and aunt.
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Lovely… the entire piece has such a warm feel to it. Great writing.
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Thanks, Sheena.
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Wow! Wonderful… and I have a pump organ in my house. Works, though the stops don’t work….
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Do you play it?
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Badly…. but neighbor plays.
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You don’t have any tapes of CD’s of yourself singing?
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I have been taping on my phone a bit. Well, and put up a couple of the songs my father, sister and I recorded in two two hour sessions: https://drkottaway.com/2015/10/22/songs-to-raise-girls-down-by-the-salley-gardens/
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I was nervous the first day and can hear it now. Second day we relaxed. I think it’s my sister doing the high harmony on this one… mostly it was me but on a couple I knew the melody better…. this one.
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Yay.. just came in out of the rain and found your gift.. will listen now. We are at the edge of a tropical storm and getting lots of rain but no wind. I’ve actually been out gardening in the rain. This is my reward for diligence.
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So touching. Thanks so much for sending the link. I had tapes of my dad telling his stories but by the time I was somewhere where I could have them transferred to cassettes, they had all demagnetized. I was so disappointed. So glad you seized the initiative and have these reminders of your family music.
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I am glad too… somewhere I have a tape of my mother and father and would like to get that transferred!
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