A tranquil scene in days gone by
Stories told, children sitting, rapt
Grandparent memories, never shy
Wide eyed kids now entrapped
Listening to the old one’s tales
Lifting of the history veiled
From politics to wars he fought
Told the truth, not what was taught
Those days were rare to be found
When truths revealed were profound.
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Thanks again, Kevin for the great images.
No Theme Thursday: 06.27.24
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Weekend Writing Prompt #370 – Pirate
Those were the days of bridled steeds
Young men dressed in Harvard tweeds
Women expected to fill their needs
Children quiet, to never impede
Galloping down the cobbled streets
Fancy drivers up on their seats
Inside a lady rides to a secret meet
Even then young love was sweet.
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Puzzle This – Saturday Mix, 29 June 2024
First of all, let’s talk about chicken. What is up with chicken and waffles? I like chicken, I like waffles but putting them together just gives me a chill. And eggs, I like eggs. I like them boiled, fried, poached or scrambled, but I don’t eat them much anymore. I only buy a pack of six and I usually end up throwing a couple away by the end of the month. I always think when I purchase them that I might need them to bake some thing like banana bread. I do take a couple and make egg salad and sometimes I even poach a couple. It just depends on if I have bread – that’s another thing I’m trying not to eat a lot of. I’m trying to eat mostly fruits and vegetables and using proteins such as beans, certain cheeses, fish, and sometimes chicken. Anybody else trying this?
And food items are expensive and if you live on a fixed income which I do, you’re picky with what you buy. I don’t like ordering groceries online because you never know who’s going to shop for those and what they’re going to pick out. Especially fruit that looks good on the outside and on the inside it’s dry, and tasteless. This wasn’t meant to be a rant of any kind or a complaint, I’m just stating facts in my own life. As to which came first, the chicken or the egg, I’ll let you figure that out. Have a nice weekend.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 29, 2024
Finally, a job to do
I’ve been waiting in the closet
Just between me and you
There’s been many small deposits
I like a dog and cat okay
But they are messy every day
If you don’t watch out and clean
Leavings picked up in a routine
Everything will start to smell
Your nice room turns into hell
So please, I’m a broom, put me to use
Use the attached spray cleaner too
I promise I will clean it well
Make this a pleasant place to dwell
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The Unicorn Challenge-28/06/24
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No Theme Thursday: 06.27.24
Sunset hues lingering
Palm silhouettes frame the scene
Sultry atmosphere sprinkling
Thoughts of love to intervene.
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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sultry dreams
I said last year when I reached the ripe old age – why doesn’t that seem like a complimentary remark? – of 70, that it would be my last time celebrating my birthday. The only significance the number holds is that my mom died at seventy which is way too young. She had a heart condition for years and finally succumbed to a massive attack on July 31, 1976.
I was always afraid my own heart might give out so exercised, ate well, and tried to stay healthy. My heart is perfectly healthy. I never gave a thought to my impending cancer bouts.
1976 is also significant not only because of the USA’s 200th birthday, but because I turned thirty. We had visited my folks in June that year but I had no idea mom was in such bad health. I flew from Denver to NE and did get a few hours with her before she died. I’ll never forget any of the details of arrangements, sorrowful visits from well wishers, etc. I remained strong for my father’s sake and cried myself to sleep when I was alone at night.
So short story long, yes, it’s my birthday this month and yes I plan on surviving a lot longer than my mom. What a pita, losing your mom! I miss her so.
https://lindaghill.com/2017/09/01/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-217/
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 28th
No Theme Thursday: 06.27.24
I chose number 2, eight sentence post:
When you want to help but can’t, the feeling grates. Having resources as some people do, my question to them is, why don’t you? Besides buying a second or third home, another automobile that you rarely use, store and look at, or a bigger yacht, help someone! Give money or your time to a shelter, food bank, free clinic, buy a homeless person’s lunch, visit a children’s institution and bring them a treat. Bring a celebrity to a children’s hospital. Spread your wealth in helpful ways. Why not receive that feel good reward? You’ll make someone else feel great and they might pay it forward.
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The Bag Lady 
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