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Comment on haiku (one-a-day) by Walljasper

Walljasper — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:12:59 +0000

Thanksgiving already?
The turkey gets the hatchet
Then here comes Santa.

And so it begins,
the big Thanksgiving countdown,
5-4-3-2-feast!

A surprise attack,
Neighbor’s Xmas lights are on,
Pre-emptive bastard.

Donner and Blitzen,
are Lightening and Thunder,
‘What ’bout poor Rudolph?

Its a Noble Fir
until day after Christmas,
then its a dead tree.

Then comes New Years eve,
Banging, tooting and blowing,
1 & 2 sound good.

Comment on hindsight haiku — pink cadillac (on the road) by Georgia Pine Over My Grandmother’s Grave «

Georgia Pine Over My Grandmother’s Grave « — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:54:53 +0000

[...] of year when I think often of family and loved ones, living and dead. One of the highlights of my October trip to Georgia was visiting my Grandmother Estelle’s grave for the first time. I did not know her well, had [...]

Comment on Eloquent Nude At The Riverview by QuoinMonkey

QuoinMonkey — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:21:36 +0000

ybonesy, I loved the film. And having the filmmakers introduce it and talk about the process before and after the viewing at the Riverview was fantastic. For me, the film combines the things I love — photography, photographers, art, vision, dreams, following dreams. How lives can be ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. I do hope to rent it and watch it again in honor of Charis. It seems like sometimes the wives, girlfriends, significant others of those who are famous get lost in the shuffle. When many times they are the muses for those who make it big. That’s another aspect that fascinates me about art relationships. So many layers to the film, to this love story of two artists.

Comment on Georgia Pine Over My Grandmother’s Grave by QuoinMonkey

QuoinMonkey — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:15:19 +0000

ybonesy, can’t believe I’m still up. Hanging on by a thread. Isn’t writing great? At least for me, I forget about how tired I am and dive into the story. Wasn’t going to do such a serious post but it’s been on my mind this season. How much I don’t know, will never know about my grandmother. I wish I could have met her as an adult. She seemed like a warm person.

About part of the story, it was in Georgia that my blood father’s sisters walked into my mother’s brother’s insurance agency and asked his wife if he was any relation to my grandfather Satcher. Because their brother (my dad) was married to a Satcher (my mother). (Sounds more complicated than it is!)

Anyway, she told them my uncle was a Satcher, in fact, the son. And that I would be coming South in a few weeks. And it all unfolded from there. I then called my aunts when I got to Georgia and Mom and I got together with them after over 50 years. They filled me in on the family history on my dad’s side. That was in 2007.

This year, I got together with my aunt again and we went to the cemetery with Mom to see my grandmother’s grave. I also went to a Halloween party with her before I left Georgia. It was a blast! Each time I see them, more unfolds about that side of the family. My father chooses not to talk to them anymore. It’s a long sordid family story. Haven’t seen him since I was 6 or so. I do often wonder though.

I took some photos of the ring tonight. I’ll write more about it later. Thanks for asking!

Comment on Georgia Pine Over My Grandmother’s Grave by ybonesy

ybonesy — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:02:13 +0000

Well, there is so much serendipity and synchronicity in this story, QM, I have to believe that one of those grandmothers of yours is guiding you all along. This part blows me away:

It was synchronicity when in 2007 my paternal aunts ended up in the insurance office of my maternal uncle and asked the question, “Are you related to….?”

Was it your features they somehow recognized? How did they know? And was this back in PA when it happened?

Ah, and then you tempt us with the mystery of the ring. Shucks. Maybe a Christmas gift to us all will be that you post the story and the photo?? (Please.)

The old pine tree does remind me of Georgia’s tree.