Thursday, October 30, 2014

Wordle #184: Haikus

fall’s Bible Study…
apocalyptic chapters
from Revelation

The woman’s gnarled hands
spoke of her roots in hardships… 
almost audible!

Thirteen poppies danced
as the wind blew, enhancing
their frivolous bop!

literary inklings
enticed me to continue
reading this strange book

in a blue temper...
an epilogue for the week-
speedy healing wished! 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014


 nearly 100 years here
prominent bus'ness

Back in the 1950s, my younger brother and I
had saved and saved to buy our mother
two good-sized ceramic pieces-
a matador and bull- for Christmas.
At that time, the original founder and owner
was a nice man named Herb Pazol.
Unknown to me at that time,
he was part of the proud history
of Jewish businessmen in Muncie. 
One paper written about him and other
Jewish businessmen can be found here.

sharing with Lesley''s

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Saturday, October 25, 2014

shadows bent by light
delighting my sense of sight
does it enchant yours?

sharing with Shadow Shot Sunday 2
our hosts are...
Chubskulit Rose
Gemma Wiseman
Magical Mystical Teacher

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Art of Remembering: Momma

Remembering Momma

Vivid memories of my momma range from learning to dance at the Moose 

to her cooking at the restaurant she owned when I was in my teen years.  

Thanks to a Kodak Brownie camera, 

I have photos of my momma in different surroundings.

In the photo above,

Momma is standing by her car which is parked

behind her restaurant.

You might notice that my momma is glaring at me 

as I’m ready to snap her picture.  

In fact, she said, “ Do not take ONE more !%*#! picture of me in my robe!”   

So, of course, I did.

Momma and Dad had only one day off a week- Sundays.  

So she’s relaxing while Dad is cooking the food for our Sunday brunch.  

He did that because Momma cooked at her restaurant 

14 hours a day Monday through Thursdays and 

16 hours a day on Fridays and Saturdays.  

So late (around 10 a.m.) Sundays, 

Dad cooked pork chops, eggs, fried potatoes and biscuits for our brunch. 

Even with the overwhelming hours that Momma worked,

when special events happened in my life,

she was always there for my younger brother and me.

One time,  when we were relaxing after closing time, 

she wondered aloud at what her life amounted to.

Shocked, I blurted out that she had raised two kids who were not delinquents.  

Wasn’t that enough?
I realize that I was not mature enough at the time 

to specify all the ways that she had touched not just her family, 

but the lives of others.  

I pray that our Lord has let her know that 

she was a good and faithful servant and welcomed her with His loving arms.


with Rebecca's