Essays & Poetry (mine or others) pertaining to historical and current events and burning social issues.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Guinea Pig


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He was telling me the story of Daedalus & Icarus
as he tied fir boughs on my arms with baling twine
I was eight and gullible
He was fourteen and filled with vision & dreams

Some day he would become an engineer, but
for today, I was again, his guinea pig as he
prepared me for flight from our 12 foot woodshed
He was my best friend and brother and
oh how I adored him!

The roof had a four foot pitch- enough, he figured,
for me to run flapping to the top and launch
into the stratosphere
Run, Sister, run! He hollered
My mother, ever vigilant, heard from inside the
 kitchen, stepped out onto the porch
and yelled: Stop! Do not jump!

Luckily, I screeched to a halt just at
the precipice and cheated death once again
However, my guinea pig role did not
end that day

Funny, my brother was such a sweetheart, I don’t
remember him ever being punished
Seems, everyone tolerated his “creativity”
I, more than tolerated it, I was a joyful
participant  and survivor!
Ah, the adventurous days of youth…



Having some sweet summer memories...Too hot to go outside, so I enjoy some wild memories until it cools down. 101 degrees on my thermometer yesterday, it has cooled considerably today. Where are wings when I want them?
raintreepoet reporting.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Independence Day at South Bay!


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Uncle Ed and Aunt Louise lived on a hundred
acres on Puget Sound with a few thousand feet
of waterfront, backed by rolling hills, a sprawling
orchard and 70 Guernsey cows, waiting out
pregnancy and one Guernsey bull to guard them

Our Fourth of Julys began with
a clambake on the beach around noon
Uncle Ed had spent the morning digging
cockle and butter clams
He built a fire on the beach, and when it
burnt down to coals, he piled the grate
with salt weed we kids pulled along the shore
He layered the clams with salt weed then
covered the stack with wet gunny sacks

Butter melted in a pan close by the fire
The family gathered round as the clams opened,
 we piled plates with mountains of clams and
 melted butter in a clam shell, imbibing a delicacy
I can still taste today!

Lots of work went into this annual celebration
Many hands made light the work and we kids
joyfully did whatever we were conscripted
to do
In between times, I swung in one of the hammocks
under the trees, enjoying a bay breeze and relief
from the summer sun

Brother Doug was usually out in the field setting
off fire crackers, so napping was not easy but I
was young and Pop always said: Rainy has two
speeds: Stop and go like hell; so I must have
snoozed a little

Toward evening Uncle Ed and Aunt Louise with
everybody’s help, started hauling out the food
they had prepared for our barbecue feast
As the coals turned from red to white, the
hotdogs were first-Uncle Ed would frown if
you didn’t accept one,
Then the chicken went on-never pre-cooked,
 Uncle Ed, a doctor, always served it black!
There were endless salads and raw vegetables
harvested from all the family gardens and corn on
the cob, chips, pickles, olives and usually some
exotic offering Uncle Frank, antique & art dealer,
 picked up on his travels
Mom’s ice tea with fresh lemon and sugar was
drunk by the gallons and after a little rest
Aunt Louise brought out her strawberry shortcake
with succulent strawberries from her personal strawberry
patch, fresh baked biscuits piled high with rich, yellow
 Guernsey whipped cream

The women and children cleaned up while the men
rested, chatted, napped and then we children roamed
the acres exploring, warned to stay away from the bull!
Mom usually took a walk with my sister and me
As darkness approached, Uncle Ed and Pop opened
the fireworks and instructed brothers Burt and Doug
how to set them up in the field, buckets of water
and the garden hose nearby
Aunt Louise and mom and Aunt Erma brought out
the blankets and my sister Vick and I carried out
and set up the folding chairs in a semi-circle
where the extended family would later sit

Aunt Erma usually brought homemade fudge and
some glazed walnuts and later we would have
homemade ice-cream that any kid who wanted to
got to crank the churn-one of my favorite things
to do
Uncle Ed and my brothers set off the fireworks
Since pop and the uncles loved fireworks, they
pooled their money and we usually had an hour’s
worth to display-and many displays were visible
set off by other families all around the bay

At the end, after the last Roman candle died,
My sister and I danced around with sparklers
singing “The Star Spangled Banner” demanding
our share of attention
Later, I remember waking up briefly in my
father’s arms as he carried me to bed
Home at last, this little farm girl, turned over and
went to sleep, safe in my soft bed, to dream
I would later learn in school about the

American Revolution and why we were celebrating…