Tag: childhood

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Summers of My Youth

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Sometimes I long for the summers of my youth.  When summer days were endless and Grandpa was my hero, the biggest, strongest man I knew.  I remember days spent sitting on a summer sidewalk with a hammer and a bag of pecans.  Barefoot was the dress code.  Bologna sandwiches and playing in the spinkler on the lawn.  Going to the drive-in with the station wagon loaded with all the neighbor kids.  Brown paper bags of popcorn and falling asleep before the 2nd movie came on.  Being tucked into bed, with a tender kiss on my cheek.   I recall laying on my back on a hillside watching the puffy white clouds and savouring the tiny drops of nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms.  Fireflies in a jar.

Don’t get me wrong, life was hard, damned hard, at times.  But I thank God and my Mom, for beautiful memories like these.

Do you have a favorite Summer Memory?

Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤

Posted in Life, Writing

I Miss Letters

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Think about THIS the next time you look through your pile of junk mail…

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I miss letters.  The kind you used to get in your mail box.  Remember those?  Nobody writes letters anymore.  Even one of my dear friends who is now almost 80, sends emails rather than letters.

I still get a few Christmas cards every year, but even those are not nearly as numerous.  Most people if they do anything at all, they will send you an “e-card”.   Somehow, it’s just not the same.

I remember the thrill when I would find a letter from a childhood friend in the mail box.  It was so exciting!  I remember, making myself wait until I could devote my undivided attention to that letter.  Then I would sit and read it several times, relishing every word.

Remember Pen Pals?  I had a few growing up.  One was a Girl Scout that I met while I lived in the Philippines.  She was a Girl Scout from…

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Posted in Life, Stories, Writing

Miss Stiff

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I was trying to think back to when the first real spark for writing happened to me.  In my teens, I would write those, love-sick, heart-wrenching poems to that boy that would never read it.  I never wanted anyone to see what I was writing because it was my deepest, love-sick secrets.  I also dabbled at keeping a diary at different times as a child, but I never stuck with it for very long.

Then in 7th grade, Junior High, I met my English Teacher, Miss Stiff.

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Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

Ordinary Day

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I smelled rain today and thought of you.

It whisked me back to a time of innocence

And forever-long summers.

You towered over me;

My hand tiny in your grasp.

Your voice, boomed.

All I heard was love.

Big as a mountain

With eyes of sky blue.

You smelled of Old Spice and leather.

An ordinary day with you,

Was an extraordinary day

For me.

You

Were Loved.

(C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Life, Stories

Siblings

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There were four of us kids growing up.  I’m the only girl.  I love my brothers.  I really do.  I even loved them, admired and respected them when we were children.  But this (the picture above) is usually what most interactions looked like between me and my brothers.

We fought horribly!  All. The. Time.

I’m sort of in the middle in birth order.  I have 2 older brothers and one younger one.  My poor, sweet younger brother…  Since I could not direct my anger at my older brothers, I aimed my hatred for the male species at him.

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#writephoto-Magic-Snow Day

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** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog.  If you would like to get in on her weekly prompt, you can find out all about the fun here.  Sue gave us the beautiful photo above and the word Magic.  So this is my humble little offering: Snow Day Magic 

I finally released her from my grip and she burst out the front door and into the cold December morning.  It was the most magical of all days; a Snow Day!

A Snow Day means not only do you get to play in the snow, but there is NO School that day!  This is a miracle to a child.

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Ordinary Miracles

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I mention a poem by Erica Jong in a post that I did previously called The Ruined Book.  You can see that here if you’d like:  https://pennywilsonwrites.wordpress.com/2017/03/29/the-ruined-book/

I was asked why I did not include that poem in my post.  An oversight on my part.  Here it is.  Enjoy.

Spring, rainbows,
ordinary miracles
about which
nothing new can be said.

The stars on a clear night
of a New England winter;
the soft air of the islands
along the old
Spanish Main;
pirate gold shining
in the palm;
the odor of roses
to the lover’s nose. . .

There is no more poetry
to be written
of these things.
The rainbow’s sudden revelation–
behold!
The cliché is true!
What can one say
but that?

So too
with you, little heart,
little miracle,

but you are
no less miracle
for being ordinary. 

–Erica Jong

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Why I Write

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Lori Schafer’s Blog is pretty amazing and so is she! Her outlook on her reason for writing is amazing. Please give it a look!

Lori Schafer's Short Subjects I Feel Like Writing About

First, let me thank writer and born buckaroo Charli Mills for introducing me to this blog hop. You can read her “Why I Write” post here:

http://carrotranch.com/2014/08/19/why-i-write/

Like Charli, I have no single explanation for why I write. I am not one of those writers who feels internally compelled to write, as if it’s as necessary to me as eating or breathing. For a long time – fifteen years, in fact – I didn’t write at all, unless it was for school or work. I’ll never know the reason why I stopped – I simply lost the creative impulse, I suppose – but I do know why, two and a half years ago now, I started again.

A few years back, I found myself with an inexplicable yet incredibly powerful attraction to a married man. I suppose it’s quite common at my age, because by the time you get to be…

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