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.
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Everyone needs a magical grand parent. Ivtry to be one.
ReplyDeleteLarry's new friend has a certain charm! I think the wedding photos are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem about your grandfather. Did he really fry an egg on the sidewalk? I tried it a few years ago with no success.
ReplyDeleteSplendid memories in your poem. It's the job of grandfathers to lead their grandchildren a little astray!
ReplyDelete...I look forward to seeing violets.
ReplyDeleteChanging that photo to B&W was very effective. It looks very spooky. There sure wasn't a lot of room for that door to open was there...right up against the stairs like it was.
ReplyDeleteA great picture of all the family at your GD's wedding.
You must have had an interesting grandfather. I gather your grandmother wasn't impressed by your "gang".
Sweet family celebration! Nice memory of your Grandpa.
ReplyDeleteThe magic man sounds like a fun guy.
ReplyDeletea nice variety of photos. I like Larry's new friend. Nice poem about your grandfather. He sounds like he was a fun guy
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