The end of July had Babu feeling secluded and trapped, and slowly, she began to feel less that way. She decided to go to camp, and left with out saying goodbye to Caveman. It seems purposeful as she is angry at him for a slight and the next day is near him and doesn’t say…
Tag: creative writing
The First two Weeks of July, 1934 Excerpts
Yesterday’s poem sprung out of the experience reading her latest diary entries with her. However, it is the same as just being around her. It is possible to go from snorting laughter, we gauge our days based on how much and what kind of laughter we get from her, to moments, like yesterday, when she…
The Merging
Does your life eventually condense into just a few stories? The ones you still remember? The ones that won’t let you go? Nuances of a long life fade under the weight of so many years, so many memories. I talk like my grandmother has Alzheimer’s but she doesn’t. Yet she told me the same story…
The Woods are Full of Flowers
Wow! This is late but I’ll have to be forgiven. I was traveling. 🙂 I’m a little disappointed that I am not sharing something about what has been going on…in Baton Rouge…Dallas… the list unfortunately goes on…and neither am I writing about it. Maybe this isn’t the place, and maybe it is, maybe all places…
Advice: One Caretaker to Another:
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.” This was advice from my grandmother to me a while back. I was talking about my writing. I was talking about whether I felt I was talented enough to make it. “Don’t think about it. Just do it,” is what she said to me. It was helpful…
Storm
Storm Clouds roll over, obliterate reality She doesn’t know us, Trapped in a demon dimension. He’s hanging on a cross. EMTs are creatures to fight. Hulking out, Using inhuman amounts of strength Fighting everything that’s good for her. That storm is long passed It rolled in time and again But now it’s gone. We live…
First Half of July, 1934
I am thrilled to be transcribing summer again. When I found the 1934 journal, I left a year older Babu off in 1935 in the height of summer. I don’t know if it’s because I have always been in school, college for four years and then teaching for ten, but summer is unadulterated freedom. It’s…
Sunday Share #2
When I read this post it knocked me back a little because it echoed so much of what I was experiencing and mulling over in my mind. It is also just a great piece of writing! She was able to say what I wrote about the same day but in a much better way. This…
June, 1934 Excerpts Alternate title: Should I Play or Should I Go Now?
The Falcons is a group in support of Polish Americans with a focus on maintaining a healthy life through exercise. Apparently they also have meets and compete against other groups and in June, 1934, Babu has been enlisted to compete in Basketball. She’s a mess: Wednesday, June 20th, 1934 Aggie told me today that…
Support Me
I have decided not to be one of those blogs that asks you to “Buy me a cup of coffee” or purchase things for me off an Amazon wish list. That decision didn’t take much thought. I have also decided not to receive payments for reblogs as I have seen in other places. If I…
The Name List
This has been a two day mystery, the name list. This is the list of her family members: children, grandchildren, great grandchildren. My sister wrote it a long time ago and it has been stuck into the frame of the hutch, but she wanted it down about a week ago, and I thought it should…
June, 1934
My job just got a lot harder! She has been writing in a five year diary and half way through this month she must have realized that she wont keep this journal for five years or she received a new one for the next year, possible on her birthday. So, she begins to fill the…
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