A to Z Blogging Challenge · family

S is for SS Atlantic

Sally2 Comments
S. S. Atlantic
Onboard the S. S. Atlantic

There was a ship: S. S. Atlantic
Young mom on-board, little bit frantic
Active toddler son
Always on the run
[can you finish my limerick for me?]

When my family left Ethiopia, we returned to the States via a ship called the S. S. Atlantic. Interestingly, the ship started off as a freighter called the S. S. Badger Marina, but was rebuilt in 1958 as a passenger liner.

My youngest brother was under two years old when we made that trip and I was only five. I don’t remember it from the voyage but my mother much later told me about how she had a leash for my brother so he wouldn’t get away from her on the ship. She said other people were very critical of that. As a mother of five sons, I totally understand why she did it.

A to Z Blogging Challenge · family

R is for Rollfast

Sally4 Comments

There once was a boy named Pete
Whose Rollfast bike was real neat
And roll FAST it did
He was one happy kid!
[can you finish my limerick for me?]

I showed this photo to a friend whose first comment was something like “I bet that bike would be worth a lot today!” I looked it up. Yes, the bike is classified as vintage.

Ah, vintage.

Does that mean the person with the bike is also vintage?

Does that mean that I’m vintage?

poetry

i sing of Alex

Sally10 Comments

i sing of Alex slender and brave
interjected self to save
a woman pushed
pepper-sprayed
oh, if Alex had only stayed
home (and watched the news)
but instead
armed with phone
(and holstered legal gun)
he reached out to help
(as any nurse would
caring
for the
SUFFE-
Ring)
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
agents counted bullet holes
as Alex lay dying
(minneapolis crying)

This week’s W3 challenge is to write a poem that is inspired by another poet.

My favorite poet has long been e. e. cummings. His poem, i sing of Olaf glad and big, is a powerful story that leaves me with a knot in my stomach every time I read it.

Do I love that poem? I love its power. I love its grittiness. I love that poetry can produce a knot in my stomach, and still make me want to read it again.

A to Z Blogging Challenge

P is for Pram

Sally7 Comments

There once was this thing called a pram
In which were placed sweet little lambs
Babies galore
In their perambula-tor
[how would you finish this limerick?]

Ocean Grove, 8-24-30
1957?

The top photo is my dad. The photo was dated and labeled.

The bottom photo is my sister. It was not (labeled). I just know my sister.

A to Z Blogging Challenge

O is for Owen

Sally2 Comments

There once was a cousin named Owen
Whose name we kept a-goin’
With son number two
Whose eyes were so blue
[can you finish this limerick for me?]

I thought my father had a cousin named Owen and that he could possibly be one of these children. However, when I checked my family tree, I couldn’t find a cousin Owen. I did, however, find my father’s Uncle Owen.

Note to self: label photos. Keep good records. Don’t trust your memory — it won’t last.

This is my son Owen — many years ago after a watercolor extravaganza.

When we chose his name, it was because it was a family name — and we didn’t know a single other Owen. Now it seems like Owens abound.

A to Z Blogging Challenge · poetry

N is for Nurse

Sally3 Comments

There once was a lovely young nurse
To whom hiking and camping was not averse
What began with a “hello”
From a young handsome fellow
[can you finish my limerick for me?]

My mom and dad met when she was working nights as a nurse. My father had the job of picking up IV bottles from the inpatient floors and bringing them to Central Sterilization. (It’s a job that no longer exists. Thanks, plastic.)

Anyway, as he was making his rounds, she and my father started chatting about hiking and camping in New England. The rest is history.