Saturday, April 26, 2014
In a galaxy far, far away....
Remember observation decks at airports?
I was reading in my mother's 1957 diary about how the whole family traveled from Lancaster to LaGuardia to see a cousin take off for Switzerland. It was a very big deal! And as the plane was late - (even in '57!) - we had lots of time to be out watching the planes, landing and taking off. We spent hours there and it was pure entertainment. We thrilled as the plane finally took off in the darkening sky.
Wow. There are just so many things that make that scenario seem like it should be in a history book instead of my life!
Friday, April 25, 2014
April
For one glorious month the world breathes color softly.
The greens feather layer by layer.
The pinks emerge petal by petal
The sky croons an azure love song.
Autumn blazes.
Spring is slow, wondrous promise.
The greens feather layer by layer.
The pinks emerge petal by petal
The sky croons an azure love song.
Autumn blazes.
Spring is slow, wondrous promise.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Guarded
I was thinking yesterday about openness.
A line from Mother's diary yesterday said "we slept with the windows and doors open".
While our windows always open except in severe cold or heat, our doors are always locked. Always. Day and night.
In our childhood home we didn't even have keys to doors - that I know of. I guess the back door had a push lock, but the house was simply never locked - even when we went away on long trips. And we never gave it a thought. I don't ever remember being scared of burglars or invasions of any kind.
Now look at us.
In a near DC suburb, a beloved music teacher was shot point blank when she answered her door. Still no reason.
I never answer the door unless I rcognize who is standing on the other side
As for answering the phone, we haven't for years. Our land-line whose very existence is nearing an end, has an answering machine whose volume is turned up and we screen all calls. Cell phones offer the same preview. In my childhood days we raced to answer the phone. It demanded and commanded. Now it is all but ignored.
It seems impossible that in my one seemingly short lifetime, our world has gotten so buttoned up, stitched shut, turned and hemmed for good measure.
We are wary of life.
A line from Mother's diary yesterday said "we slept with the windows and doors open".
While our windows always open except in severe cold or heat, our doors are always locked. Always. Day and night.
In our childhood home we didn't even have keys to doors - that I know of. I guess the back door had a push lock, but the house was simply never locked - even when we went away on long trips. And we never gave it a thought. I don't ever remember being scared of burglars or invasions of any kind.
Now look at us.
In a near DC suburb, a beloved music teacher was shot point blank when she answered her door. Still no reason.
I never answer the door unless I rcognize who is standing on the other side
As for answering the phone, we haven't for years. Our land-line whose very existence is nearing an end, has an answering machine whose volume is turned up and we screen all calls. Cell phones offer the same preview. In my childhood days we raced to answer the phone. It demanded and commanded. Now it is all but ignored.
It seems impossible that in my one seemingly short lifetime, our world has gotten so buttoned up, stitched shut, turned and hemmed for good measure.
We are wary of life.
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