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oneighty's Journal Lemon Meringue Pies Are Love? Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge Fri Sep 08th 2006, 10:59 AM There were three of them looking unfinished because Gramma did not have enough eggs for the Meringue. It was the end of our short summer stay with Dad's parents in their cottage near Lake Ontario. World war two was still a year or two away. On the last day of our stay Gramma gave us the Meringue-less lemon pies. Lois, Eunice and I did not care. And with some disbelief we were told we could each eat a whole pie. Oh it was so good with each delicious bite carefully savored and tasting so good... Read entry | Discuss (9 comments) | Recommend ( votes)
The Red Chair. Epilogue Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge Sat Aug 26th 2006, 11:02 AM 1993. The red chair is in my bedroom now across the room where I sit. I remember Jose from Puerto Rico sitting in that chair kicked back relaxing. He and his girlfriend were staying with us for a while between places to go to work the farming fields. The lever controlling the chair position was missing. Jose has rigged a box end wrench to replace the missing lever. Jose and his girlfriend had a baby girl about his time. The child was born incomplete and will always be about a year old. They st... Read entry | Discuss (3 comments) | Recommend ( votes)
A veteran and a sucker. Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge Thu Aug 24th 2006, 12:37 PM The suckers made of hard candy mounted on a white cardboard sucker stick and wrapped for sanitary reasons sell for ninety-nine cents a bag at the local drug store. The veteran made of flesh and blood and and dreams and tears and fears sometimes wonders into and out of the various rooms at the VA hospital where I am a guest much as he is. I am a little bit afraid of him as I watch him in his nightly search for midnight goodies. He has found my bag of suckers. He sits in a nearby chair his tee...Read entry | Discuss (10 comments) | Recommend ( votes)
Have I grown too old to dream? Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge Sat May 20th 2006, 01:20 PM I wonder as I rush to my seventy second birthday. Now I see yesterday as being more interesting than tomorrow. It is like once when the motor on my crab boat quit and I waited patient for (perhaps) rescue. While I sat alone on my boat anchored up in the brown water salt creek surrounded by salt marsh grass I had no fears of yesterday or tomorrow. In the distance I could see the Cape Romain light house and the adjacent tower and I knew I was not alone. But now I am not so sure. 180 Read entry | Discuss (35 comments) | Recommend ( votes)
I will take you home again Kathleen Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge Sun May 14th 2006, 05:00 PM My Dad would sing that song almost so low I could barely hear it. Sometimes he might whistle the tune. I doubt he was even aware of it. Kathleen was my mother. She and Dad were divorced when I was four years old. I went with Dad. I waited and waited for Dad to take Kathleen home again. He never did. But years later as Dad lay dieing I brought Kathleen to him. I left them alone together. They were holding hands. A thought on my Mother's day. 180 Read entry | Discuss (7 comments) | Recommend ( votes)
The Plum Posted by oneighty in Writing Group Sun Apr 30th 2006, 05:59 AM Carl and I came upon the plum in the overgrown fields of a dying farm. The home had already fallen to the earth. The nearby forest is approaching the very last plum tree in the old orchard. On the last plum tree in the orchard is also the very last plum. It is swollen ripe with the resources of nature, purple and black, glistening wet in the early morning sun. The last of the wet collects into beads of water on the plum and drips slowly to the ground. The plum is removed from the tree. Carl a... Read entry | Discuss (3 comments) | Recommend ( votes) The Golden Seed
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