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Vincent, Euthemia, Dorothy, Liane and Montclair Came to Mind Today

iris blooming

October 29th,  Wednesday Afternoon

Funny how the unexpected sight of something triggers a stream of consciousness.

The word Iris, the sight of these Iris blooming made me think of many things.

In Highland Park after school today, while waiting for a poet to arrive to shoot the author photo for her new book cover,

I saw these Iris.

I always think of Iris as the“end of the school year” flower but now I see they bloom in late October, too.

Vincent Van Gogh painted them.

Euthemia is always planting, growing, showing and readying Iris for her Capital Hudson Iris Society show and sale

Liane Ellison Norman wrote a poem, ” I Dug Up the Iris”  about our friend Dorothy’s Iris.

When I was young, we lived in Montclair New Jersey and walked in the Presby Memorial Iris Gardens named after the founder of the American Iris Society.

Iris.

So many memories triggered by the sight of their blooming today.

October Iris


We Had to Memorize High Flight with Mrs. Stewart in the Sixth Grade

Pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote this sonnet three months before he was killed at age 19, when his Spitfire collided with another plane on 11 December 1941.

Today when I was flying home from Panama City Florida to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania (via Baltimore), I remembered we had to memorize and recite this poem in Mrs. Stewart’s Sixth Grade at Morris Plains Borough School 1963.

True, I wasn’t the pilot but man’s ability to fly  is astounding to me.

 

High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

clouds

First image shot with iPhone   The rest shot with a  Canon 50D

clouds 2

clouds

It was a great day to fly.

airplane flight2

airplane flight

Above the fruited plain……..


While Waiting for Wedding Cookies Post #2

To the bakers of the wedding cookies  for Vicci and Ben  

‘Twas Three Days Before the Wedding

 

While aunties and cousins are baking all day,

Kennywood’s open- people scream while at play

 

Upstreet the neighbors, childhood friends, drop in to chat.

They help eat misshapen rejects, reminisce and laugh.

 

Praline grahams, oatmeal raisin, and chocolate chip

Coconut macaroons all lovingly dipped.

 

Nut horns, peanut blossoms, dough rolled out, shaped and cut.

Almond, vanilla, sticks of butter, chopped nuts.

 

Ladylocks, pinwheels, and sugar cookies in a heart,

snowballs , biscotti and pecan tassie tarts.

 

Cookie tables laden, all homemade sweet treats

Pittsburgh baking traditions cannot be beat.

 

(Marlene is gathering the photos of Wednesday’s Cookie Baking from various members of the family.  Stay tuned)

 

Taken after I left the cookie bakers on Monday evening

 

steel phantom2

 

 

 

steel phantom

 


..the pleasantest thing ever a child can do!

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside–

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Maura on the swing

Maura at 5 1/2 finally learns to pump

 

It wasn’t that long ago  (201o) that it was her sister Anna on the blog 


Street Life 2

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life   part two  Found these in my old laptop. Different city streets-

 From the archives 

pittsburgh poetry

Waiting for the Bus East Liberty

Waiting for the Bus East Liberty

Taxis and Yellow Tables NYC

Taxis and Yellow Tables NYC

Pizza Men New York City

Pizza Men New York City

Someone's Wedding on Roberto Clemente Bridge

Someone’s Wedding on Roberto Clemente Bridge

Pirates Sidewalk bridge

Headed to Summer Pirates Game

Headed to Summer Pirates Game

Couch on Sidewalk NYC

Couch on Sidewalk NYC

Short North Beer Truck Columbus

Short North Beer Truck Columbus

New York City

New York City

Poetry in Bloomfield

Poetry in Bloomfield

Pirates Sidewalk

Pirates Sidewalk

Bus Stop Millvale

Bus Stop Millvale

High Street Columbus Ohio

High Street Columbus Ohio

Garbage Men on Josephine St

Garbage Men on Josephine St


Weekly Photo Challenge: Beginning

The example posted by Cheri Lucas Rowlands was a Northern California foggy dawn.

A sunrise – a perfect beginning.

A baby, just born.

The first page of the dictionary.

The first page of the new calendar.

Once you start, more come to mind.

Beginning= possibility?  A new start.

I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-

My Saturday morning.

Here’s the beginning -

Coffee and English Muffin

The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks

A New Page

A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……

a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-

A single match

Begin with a single match…………..

Middle CMiddle C- “Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start….” “When you sing you begin with Do Re Mi”

Yarn BowlThe beginning of a ball of yarn in my new yarn bowl :-)


My Conversation With God – Guest Blog

 

My conversation with God 7/13/13

I don’t want to talk about the Treyvon Benjamin Martin story

Because it’s been told before        because I know how it ends

black boy      dead boy        no boy wins.

And you,

you were supposed to be watching

keeping him from harm.

His mother prayed and prayed    and

you said you would       she believed

you could

he was the one in the hood

and you just didn’t.

Maybe you looked away for a second

got distracted,

heard thousands calling your name

so much you couldn’t hear him

couldn’t decipher it from the voices

the noises,

maybe you confused it with a cheer

when the field goal was good,

or a hymn        that was really loud

maybe you didn’t like what he had to say

all young and un-educated like.

but really,

how long would it have taken,

how long did it take

for you to call

for him to leave,

join you,

be rewarded

such a short time

in your care.

Was it just too dark that night?  Was he just too dark that night?

They say he looked like all the others, “all the other punks that get away”.

 

 — a poem by Cj Coleman

Cj teaches in the Pittsburgh Public Schools, is a Western Pennsylvania Writing Project Fellow (U of Pittsburgh) and a member of Madwomen in the Attic (Carlow University)

Cj emailed me this poem and I found this photograph in my archives to accompany her words.

Hoodie Day March 30, 2012

 Hoodie Day March 30, 2012                 Pittsburgh Public Schools


Listen to Garrison Keillor Read Liane Ellison Norman’s Poem Today

Saturday morning I went to a wonderful poetry reading at Calvary Episcopal Church on Shady Avenue (in Pittsburgh). It was a grand crowd of friends, fellow poets and family. Jan Beatty gave a marvelous introduction and then Liane read poems from her book.   They had to get extra chairs! Afterwards there was lots of hot coffee and croissants, raspberries and blueberries and other delicious pastries. Her grandson helped sell the books and make change.

Liane Ellison Norman’s new poetry book is Breathing the West: Great Basin Poems.

On Monday December 3rd, one of her poems will be read by Garrison Keillor on The Writer’s Almanac.  How cool is that?

Here’s the link so you can listen to the reading of Tree by Liane Ellison Norman.

Poet Liane Ellison Norman and her husband Bob

Poet Liane Ellison Norman and her husband Bob

 


Two Roads Diverged on a City Hill

Two roads diverged on a city hill.

I really wasn’t sorry I could not take either of them.

No outlet, squared.

I sighed.

And when the light turned green,

I headed on over the bridge at the bottom of the hill instead of choosing.

 

Apologies to Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken


Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Convex traffic mirror. At the zoo.  Not a monkey.  Self- portrait.

Maybe I got the title after viewing the scary preview of the movie Snow White and the Huntsman which is coming out June first.  No dwarfs to be seen. Definitely not for children.

And then I researched convex mirror and find the Pulitzer Prize winning book Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror and the lengthy title poem of the same name by John Ashberry.

Wikipedia says “Round convex mirrors called Oeil de Sorcière (French for “sorcerer’s eye”) were a popular luxury item from the 15th century onwards, shown in many depictions of interiors from that time.[1] With 15th century technology, it was easier to make a regular curved mirror (from blown glass) than a perfectly flat one.”

And of course they mention the Arnolfini Portrait  by Jan van Eyck which everyone is familiar with but may not know the painting’s title.  See the convex mirror in the details if you click on the Arnolfini Portrait link and scroll to the section Mirror.

Okay, just trying to make a photograph of me a bit interesting to others. Convex mirrors seem interesting to me.


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