My Uncle Randy wrote this poem. It brought back fond memories of Grandma & Grandpa's Victorian style brick house. Playing with siblings and cousins in the huge lilac bush's and tree's that surrounded it.
By Randy N. Simmons
Growing up during the 1950's
The world was different than it had ever been before.
I thought it was the way it had always been
because it was the world I knew.
I grew up on Birch Street
But I don't know if it even had a name then.
Probably it did.
The high brick house stood on the corner
Tall, dark and surrounded by massive trees
That dropped there shade like a funeral pall
Encompassing the house and yard
Bounded by a double row of thick green lilacs
growing taller than five of me.
A giant snowball bush thrust up
in the middle of the green grass
Where my brother and sisters and I pretended it was Winter in late Spring.
Staging snowball fights with round white blooms.
Spring flowers lightened the gloom
With myriad blossoming colors under the shady blankets.
My world existed in a few square blocks
of rural mountain town where the school building stood
Brick solid two blocks north
where I learned to read
Opening world of unsuspected wonders.
The white church we attended almost ever Sunday
sat quietly half a block away
Where HELL was scared into me
and Heaven was driven out
Near the empty lot full of foxtails
Spearing through saggy socks
Stabbing ankles above worn sneakers
Whose gaping holed toes let dirt, rocks and weeds
To turn our bath water into roiling brown floods
Filled with the broken debris from frenzied baseball games
Played with discarded sticks that filled our hands with slivers
And white paint peeled and flaked from the foam ball
With missing chunks a neighborhood dog tore out
Before we found it.
That was my world
Except when a mother took us downtown
To stores filled with toys, cloths, candy
Tools and magnificent, unimaginable things.
My dad was gone from home allot
Creating house, barns, shops with his mind and hands.
Building homes for other families that we couldn't afford
I'm a student. I don't know if I'm a very good student. It's been so many years since I went to school. I think I've forgotten how to study.
The first of January I transferred from housekeeping to activities at the long term care center. You are required to get your CNA so I'm taking class's. It's been a little hard toggling between class & working but the stress will all be worth it in the end.
I defiantly like the activities position. Working directly with the residents and helping keep them active. They love to play Bingo and dice. We exercise and bake with them.
Last week we made bread in the bread machine with a couple of ladies.
Clara did not think that was the proper way to make bread. She had baked many loaves of bread in her life and this machine was just to modern for her.
I will be taking my Certified Nurses Assistant test the second week in February.
Moms Birthday was January 9th. She is no longer with us but my sister Paula and I always find a way to celebrate Moms Birthday. This year we are going to have a contest on our blogs. Anyone who comments has a chance to win. Mom loved contests so this is a great way to honor her. I'm giving away a pillow made of the fabric in the picture above. Mom also lived home made gifts and this pillow is something I would have made for her Birthday. Mom would have put this pillow on her bed that always smelled fresh and clean like talcum powder and sunshine. I think Mom hung the bedding out on the cloths line even in the winter.
We brought in the new year watching "The Twilight Zone" and eating popcorn. I think I've seen most of the episodes, but I still love to watch this show that lets your imagination flow into unknown dimensions.
One of the episodes has two lady's in a sweltering apartment. The Earth is moving to close to the sun and turning it into an oven. Water is scarce and sweat constantly rolls. It turns out the young woman is only dreaming. It seems she has been running a high fever and when she wakes up the opposite is happening. The Earth is moving away from the sun. Everything is freezing and it will soon become a ball of ice.
This story reminds me of a true North Dakota tale. In the year of 1936 the average winter temp was 30 below. Back then there where on modern conveniences. People had to brave the cold to take care of the animals. There was no indoor plumbing, so going to the out house was a very cold trip.
The summer was just as bad. Hot and dry, not a drop of rain all summer. The land was parched with average temperatures around 110 degrees. It got up to 120 at one point.
This morning it was 24 below. The high will be 10 below.