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I don’t know what they are so upset about. It’s not like it’s unusual these days, Gregor fumed to himself.  Family traditions are stupid anyway.  Isn’t this a free country?

But upset they were at his abandoning of a tradition that dated back to even before family’s arrival from the old country over a century before.  Gregor Gregorson had arrived with his father back in 1904, and set up a small butcher’s shop near the town centre.  Ever since then, the family had maintained its identity as Gregorson’s Fine Meats.   Six generations of Gregor Gregorson’s had provided the community with the highest quality meat.  

Gergor the Ninth, now a father himself, had thrown the family into chaos.  Not only had he married a vegan, but now he was stepping away from the family firm to open a green grocer’s, of all things.   If that was not enough of a shock, he made matters worse with his son’s name.   Yes, how could the family ever forgive him for naming the family’s future head – Gregory?




Play Date

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“I really don’t believe this,” Barbara said in exasperation.

“Just keep looking,” her husband, Dan urged.

“I am,” she snapped, her irritation at the situation rising.

“Are you sure this is the right area?” Dan’s sister, Karen asked.

“Yes, Honey, it’s right where Jeff Junior said,” her partner assured her.

“Well we better hurry up,” Barbara huffed.  “The sun’s setting and the tide’s coming in.  I can’t believe Little Jeff would have buried his own cousin in the sand like this, and then leave her!”


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Gratitude for Our Inherited Traits

Banana Split, Banana, Ice, Dessert, Suites, Sundae


Some things they say in a family runs

Great bakers, intuition, or having green thumbs

Be it mommy’s key lime or grandma’s hydrangeas,

or the mystical talent for just knowing strangers

But the best inheritance of all

Is being taught the good taste

To eat banana split ice cream

And filling our face




Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #27

Using a title word – gratitude, the terms – banana splitkey limemystical, and grandma’s hydrangeas, and the theme “It runs in the family”

The New Contract


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I had been a rather lean year for Taylor Brothers Gardens and Fencing.  The new contract was going to be a boon for them.  In fact, Jake thought it a good time to bring his son-in-law, Steve on board.

Steve was “between jobs,” and it had been that way ever since Jake had known him.  Oh, there had been a few interviews, but Steve always came back still jobless with phrases like, “It’s a tight economy,” and such on his lips.

“Okay, this is going to be your big chance to prove yourself,” Jake told his new hire.

“What is it exactly that I need to be doing?” his son-in-law inquired.

“Really, simple.  You will go to the address on the front of the file and replace the rotted fence posts and run some new wire.  It really is as easy as that.  You start in the morning, and I will see you on Memorial Day.”

“Memorial Day?” Steve queried.

“You’ll see,” Jake said with a contented smile.  He never did care much for that boy.





Homeward: A Shadorma 

Image by Alessandro Danchini from Pixabay 

Homeward bound
Thoughts like me adrift
Gone so long
Kith and kin
Now to me unfamiliar
I’m now a stranger


Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge  is to write a syllabic poem on a theme of the poets choice.  This week I thought I would give the shadorma form a try.  Colleen’s site notes that,  “The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.”

With the winter holidays approaching many people will be making a homeward journey.  Some to familiar friends and family, and others to more distant childhood homes.  For some these reunions are a mix of confusion as well as joy, and I hope I have captured that in the poem.

Unfortunately, I will as like most years will not be able to return to the land of my upbringing and the loved ones there.


His Future

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Ernie sat in the corner and pouted.  He couldn’t believe the unfairness of it all.  He had his dreams, and now they seemed dashed.  Okay, Dad was a plumber, and Mum was from a long line of electricians, but why should that matter?  After all it was his life wasn’t it?  But no, his father had put his foot down, and Ernie was going to enter an apprenticeship into a building trade.  Yet, all he ever wanted was to go to university and become a librarian.




Photo Challenge #291

A Chance Meeting


Wallet, Table, Business, Office, Computer, Notebook


A chance meeting while seeking help

No thought of what it might become

Discussing with strangers the issues of life

And then we became as one


How odd, our meeting was while far away

In a help room for sharing advice

And then we would click, bond, and grow

And you agreed to become my wife


So simple a meeting,  no thought of a link

Lone parenting our only aim

But it all came together faster than you’d think

Our destinies proved the same




My wife and I “met” in a chatroom for single parents.  This was no “online dating site.” It was a Christian site with the purpose of discussing being single parents and coming up with advice and strategies for dealing with the responsibility of that role.  We seemed to have much in common as far as approach, and that in turn showed other things we shared.   Our online contact moved on from that and about 3 months later we met for the first time face to face.  God works in wonderful ways, and through such an unexpected medium, I found the perfect partner and wife.

A Chance Meeting



It was in the dwindling days of empire, and the sun was beginning to set upon Britannia’s global claim. Yet, the parties continued.  Into one of these strode a tall, strong jawed farm boy from Old Kentuck.  He was far from home – this Marine guard of the US Embassy.

On the dance floor was a small gathering of Britain’s roses.   Young and pretty in their party dresses.  They too were far from home – these servants of the Queen.  Among them was an Irish lass, off duty from her base where she too served the people of her Ulster birth.

There were smiles, and then flirtation.  Thousands of miles from their family homes – in Singapore a love would blossom.  Yes, that is how my parents met.



*A true story


What Pegman Saw: Singapore

Lullaby (SSgt Barry Sadler)

Lullaby - SSgt. Barry Sadler

1966 Album Cover

One of the most moving scenes of Mel Gibson’s We Were Soldiers is the depiction of Col. Hal Moore tucking in his children on the night before his deployment to Vietnam.  I have often told my students that one of the hardest aspects of being a warrior is leaving your family while you go to an uncertain future.  Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler released a song in 1966 which captures this, well before Gibson’s film, or my own military service.

Go to sleep
It’s getting late
My watch says
It’s half past eight
In an hour
I must go
When I’ll be back
Well, I don’t know
While I’m gone
You’ll be the man
Help your mama
When you can
It’s a big job
I can see
For a boy
Just pushing three
Son can I have
A little kiss
Just a small one
You won’t miss
That’s right close
Your sleepy eyes
You shouldn’t see
Your daddy cry
So go to sleep
It’s getting late
My watch says
It’s half past eight
In an hour
I must go
When I’ll be back
Well, I don’t know
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YouTube Video Link:  Lullaby
Shazam Audio Link: Lullaby