Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Randoms

32F/0C, but I think we dodged the freeze predicted last night, because it had warmed to 36 before the sun came up. Mostly clear, with light cloud this morning.

A few recent photos haven't posted:

Seen in town yesterday:

Larry with a new friend. More about this place tomorrow.

At the junction of US Route 60 and state route 39:

Long-spurred violet

Sweet white violet

Spooky doorway in town, changed to black and white to make it creepier.

Goodwill find, not old but quirky!

The first official wedding photo my granddaughter sent. Not everyone took the "semi-formal or cocktail dress" request seriously! I am not as thin as this makes me look 😉

And last, a silverplate item I found during my cleanout. This is apparently known as a biscuit barrel, for holding cookies. I assume a small pair of tongs would have been in the little tray in front. This was taken before I cleaned it up 

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Today's poem:

Grandpa, William I. Connelly, Sr, and Grandma, Bertha Becker Connelly, around 1955-57.

Magic Man

He was a little man,

even I knew that when I was a child,

and thought he was so old, with his bald head

and wrinkles. So many wrinkles, and yet

he wasn’t 60 then, the day he showed us

how to set a tissue on fire

with a magnifying glass.

I remember my grandmother 

shouting from the porch,

“Bill! What are you thinking?

They’ll burn the house down!”

Well, she believed that, since she considered

The 13 of us demons from hell

(I know, because I read her letters,

years after she died).

We thought our Grandpa was a mystery,

this quiet man who fried eggs on our sidewalk,

made fire with a magnifying glass,

and taught us how to make the church,

the steeple, and the people with our hands.

You could not have convinced me

that my little Irish grandfather

with the sweet tenor voice and big nose,

didn’t know a thing or two about magic.

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