Monday Memories: Quintet of Brothers

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College basketball star and high school majorette

Growing up under Montana’s brilliant Big Sky

Destined to raise this band of brothers as their sons

Rearing five boys, better than any Fourth of July

 

Household of boys born over a span of twelve years

Perhaps their father dreams of a basketball team

While their mother nurtures with love and care

Quintet of brothers’ thoughts filling with biggest dreams

 

Brothers grow up, facing life’s many challenges

Inspired by a father with amazing courage

Battling back from near-fatal car crash in his youth

His steadfast work ethic always encourages

 

These driven brothers discover their niche at school

Excelling with their academics in the classroom

Competition fuels a welcome outlet through sports

Lives mature too quickly, future destinies zoom

 

This family story would never be complete

The boys’ mother remembers God’s lovely bouquet

These five brothers always cherish their one sister

Believe it or not, she’s born on Valentine’s Day

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This poem gives you a quick glimpse into my childhood family.  Growing up under Montana’s Big Sky was a blessing for my brothers and sister.  The memories will last a lifetime.

Originally published July, 2020.

Life’s Precious Links

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Modest home’s hidden treasures

Forgotten for many years

Covered in dusty cobwebs

Docked at legacy’s lost pier

 

Climbing rickety ladder

Stepping into lifetime past

Lonely attic’s been waiting

Ship’s sails secure at each mast

 

Granted permission to board

Organized in tidy rows

Yesteryears displayed with love

Past voyages say hello

 

Quartermaster, our tour guide

Opening one box, then more

Years from long ago, shine bright

Emotions begin to soar

 

Resurrected memories

Each surprise follows with more

Connecting life’s precious links

Echoes from past come ashore

 

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Endless Grassy Sea

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Virgin prairie

Endless grassy sea

Fertile, untouched

Living always free

 

Nature’s preserve

Blessed grassy sea

Native people

Worship what they see

 

Gift forever

Treasured grassy sea

Timeless, precious

Mother Earth agrees

 

Standing knee high

Faithful grassy sea

Glory days sing

Praises fill with glee

 

Man’s encroachment

Constant grassy sea

Days now numbered

Earth makes her plea

 

Plowing under

Cherished grassy sea

Another farm

Way of life now flees

 

Forever gone

Priceless grassy sea

Winds of time change

What should always be

 

Pockets remain

Endless grassy sea

Memories breathe

Yesterday foresees

 

Remnants of the original American prairie can be found in places such as the Tall Grass Prairie Preserve in Oklahoma. (Courtesy of Pinterest)

Winter’s Sketches

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Winter nurtures peaceful scene

Warmest memories roam free

Earth no longer dressed in green

Snow covering every tree

 

Chimney sends welcoming smoke

Greeting from kitchen’s warm flame

Early morning’s comfy cloak

Cook stove’s crackling wood lays claim

 

Small cabin nestled in woods

Hidden from anyone’s view

Pantry filled with nature’s goods

Winter’s satisfying brew

 

Never more perfect setting

Looking up at mountain slopes

Arctic air never sweating

Preserving tomorrow’s hopes

 

Midnight’s twinkling moonlight beams

Postponing scheduled chinook

Winter’s sketches replay dreams

Precious pages fill scrapbook

 

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Trivia’s Facts and More (12/23)

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This informative post will be published on Saturday in place of my regular one.  You are invited to participate with the opening question.

Brain Teaser Question

I’m a plant seen at Christmas that people hang above.  And then they stand beneath me, and kiss someone they love.  What am I?

(answer found at the end of this post)

Featured Facts

With Christmas just around the corner, many Americans have followed familiar traditions of the season.

A few delightful sightings from Christmases past have included:

  • Threading popcorn on a string
  • Making gingerbread houses
  • Drinking eggnog
  • Writing Christmas cards to family and friends.

One of my cherished Christmas memories was from my childhood when our family was selected to fill in as characters for a live nativity scene at our church on Christmas Eve.  My three brothers and myself played the shepherds while our parents stood in for Mary and Joseph.  Perhaps some of you have a favorite Christmas memory.

Over the years, members of my family and yours truly have enjoyed these traditions:

  • Decorating the tree (does anyone remember using tinsel?)
  • Baking cookies (my mother turned her sons into expert kitchen assistants)
  • Writing letters to Santa
  • Touring streets filled with outdoor lights and decorations
  • Watching Christmas films (“It’s a Wonderful Life” and “White Christmas”)
  • Singing Christmas carols
  • Spending time with family
  • Exchanging gifts with family and close friends
  • Wearing Christmas sweaters and ties

Nestled in the Lehigh Valley of eastern Pennsylvania, a small town was christened to be called Bethlehem on Christmas Eve in 1741.  Since 1937, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania has been recognized as Christmas City USA.

Over the years, many families have hung Christmas stockings in their homes.  This practice has followed a long-standing tradition, first written about in the poem, “A Visit From St. Nicholas.”  The poem was crafted by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), and many have recognized its updated title of “Twas the Night Before Christmas.”  Initially, the poem was published anonymously in 1823 in a Troy, New York newspaper.  Finally in 1837, Moore stepped forward to take credit for writing this beloved poem.

You are invited to share some of your Christmas memories and traditions.  Merry Christmas to one and all.

starting left and clockwise: stockings hung from the mantel with care, live nativity scene, Christmas city usa, traditional christmas tree DECORATED with tinsel, and sheet music with a familiar christmas carol. (photographs courtesy of pinterest.)

 

Answer to Brain Teaser Question

Mistletoe

Monday Memories: Father’s Identity

man in black leather jacket wearing black framed eyeglasses

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Beautiful melodies

Cellos and violins

Stirring memories

New lives, set to begin

 

Father with daughters

Growing up with each one

Precious treasures to bless

Through Father, Holy Son

 

Music playing, forevermore

Images of each step

Laughter filling their rooms

Love knocks at our doorstep

 

Afternoon tea parties

Playing games, singing songs

Favorite storybooks

Life perfect, never wrong

 

Seeing their eager eyes

Savoring school’s first day

Playing in autumn’s leaves

Days never seem too gray

 

Watching each girl mature

Life’s incredible ride

Graduation moments

Wedding days at their side

 

Playing in the background

Peaceful serenity

Past, special moments

Father’s identity

 

My life has been blessed with a splendid and loving trio of daughters who have made fatherhood a true blessing.  I was listening to a rendition of Johann Pachelbel’s “Canon in D Major” as I wrote this poem.  I especially enjoy strings or piano (all three of my daughters are accomplished piano players).  Here is a sample of the music.  Enjoy!

Originally published May, 2020.

Henry Drummond Quotes

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You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

Character grows in the stream of the world’s life.

Henry Drummond (1851-1897) was a Scottish evangelist, writer, and lecturer.

Timeless Connections

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Walking along distant shore

Splashing through love rolling in

Filling anticipation

For what might have been

 

Chasing footprints, still present

Wishing love would return back home

Filling eternal sunset

For dreams want to roam

 

Clinging to memory’s thoughts

Sorting images, clear and bright

Filling love’s gentle presence

For each morn beams light

 

Recalling tiny details

Bringing smiles inside lonely heart

Filling tender, childlike love

For music restarts

 

Longing for more sandy walks

Holding hands, together as one

Filling timeless connections

For love’s never done

 

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Easy Livin’ (Haiku Series #237)

Welcome Back

Calendar page turns

Hello Summer, my dear friend—

Makin’ memories

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Diner’s Coffee

Another refill?

Do you really need to ask?

Pour one more cup please

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Day’s Q & A

Life’s daily puzzle

So many empty spaces—

Piece waits in the wings

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Reliving Yesterday

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Remembering past, page by page

Flipping through one more memory

Reliving yesterday’s heartaches

Manuscript’s incomplete, hollow words

 

Steaming locomotive hurls dreams

Sitting alone throughout this night

Waiting for next stop, none scheduled

Life’s empty script, more unfulfilled scenes

 

Seeing only darkness tonight

Looking out into gloom’s abyss

Thinking, will morning arrive soon?

Starless sky offers nothing to find

 

Hearing dreadful noise far ahead

Tumbling from seat, frail ego bruised

Realizing train’s journey derailed

Future’s blueprint—one big, jumbled mess

 

Waking to sunrise’s promise

Feeling blood flowing through veins

Pinching self, wanting to make sure

Yesterday forgotten, quiet now

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