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reminded me of my grandma's room
posted by
Root05
on August 20, 2006 at 3:17 PM
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mademoiselle, thanks for the,,,, comment.
the first time you sent me one of your comments, I recall vividly, i just did not know what to think, now I do enjoy your totally whacky sense of humour. I was searching your post today, for a bit of a laugh. We need people like you to lighten up this world. Ha Ha
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 20, 2006 at 12:03 AM
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Thor Jasmine, sorry to stir up bitter sweet memories
I loved my grandma so much, I could forgive her anything but I did not have to, she was the one doing all the forgiving. It is hard to see someone deteriorate like this, when you have known them at their prime. I was spared the agony, because I was away from them, being in a different country, I felt it was easier in a way. Again so sorry to hear your story.
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 20, 2006 at 12:01 AM
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My grandma's whole house was like that; all dank, dark, and gloomy.
(Imagine the Munsters' house, minus the hilarity.)
Man, did I hate to visit her.
Instead of mousetraps,
what about baby traps?
Not to harm the babies,
but just to hold them down
until they can be removed.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 19, 2006 at 11:44 PM
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MarieClaire
Thanks fo rthe encouragement. I am not usually much for haiku's. i find them too binding, or I should say I get bound up writing them, but it was fun, and Ypunday's stuff is like being in writing class again, only better.
Also, I like your grandmother poem. It hits me at a sensitive time. My grandmother is 95, nearly 96, and her health has been failing over this past year. My duaghters and I visited her in Phoenix with my mother, her daughter about two months ago. It was hard to see her confused and bedridden. She was always a hard worker, a great card player and she exercised daily. Now she is slipping and I feel the impact in myself, in my daughters, and in my mother alot. Thank you for recalling some nice if painful memories through your imagery.
posted by
Thor_Jasmine
on August 19, 2006 at 11:35 PM
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MarieClaire, I love your grandma poems. There is always something that reminds me of one or other of my grandmothers. Your grandma's room reminds me of my grandma's parlor. It was always closed unless company was expected. We were not often allowed in, but when we were, we walked around in fascination looking at all the pretty things that came from Czechoslovakia.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 19, 2006 at 6:30 PM
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thanks everyone, Justi I love your comment!
This is exactly what I was trying to convey, but I was only dimly aware of it, and you made it clear to me in a way. Sometimes I write things first and then discover the meaning.
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 19, 2006 at 2:10 PM
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sounds just like grandma's room
posted by
shelly_b
on August 19, 2006 at 12:52 PM
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Grand mothers are the best
Good post
posted by
Kat02
on August 19, 2006 at 12:21 PM
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You poem took me to my grandma's room. That's good enough.
posted by
WindTapper
on August 19, 2006 at 8:08 AM
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I liked it
keep on keeping on. shalom
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on August 19, 2006 at 5:59 AM
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Marie-Clair
Ah it was Grandmas presence that made the room bloom, nice.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2006 at 1:35 AM
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