Dreaming Life is Fine, Fine as Honeydew Wine…

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I walked down the dusty road toward Flint Creek; I sat on the bridge, muddy rushing water twenty feet below the bridge. I was a motherless child, I could not think, I slid with ease off the rough planks into the Creek; I sank.

I broke the muddy water with unrestrained speed, I rose from the dank depths and gasp for air, the second time I emerged I swam to the slippery bank heaved myself onto its clay sides and I cried. The water was cold; I wiped the tears from my eyes, if it had not been for the Angel I would have died.

Yes, there beneath the cold muddy water swam an Angel, she smiled shaking her head; go home she spoke softly in my ear, life is not always fair but you have nothing to fear.

I was at the fork of the road, one road lead home the other up the mountain where the sheer cliffs towered over the land. I stood there, I hollered, I stood there and I cried; I was a motherless child.

 

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Dancing in Sunbeams- A Short-Short Story…

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Dancing in Sunbeams

Rose could visualize the little country church, the chorus of Crows flying back and forth over the gabled roof; its white washed siding. Not too far away stood a row of Birch trees beside a shallow creek winding its way through an open field green with Johnson grass. She pictured a group of black feathered Angels following a funeral hearse down the old dirt road. The rocker on the weathered porch unmoving, the sun would be glowing through tattered curtains and dancing in the nearby cracked mirror. Rose felt empty and that childhood was dead as was her beloved Grandmother.

 

 

 

 

 

Bits and Pieces of Love…

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Bits and Pieces of Love…
The box of Christmas ornaments hidden away spilled onto the floor; memories flooded back, two children taken from their mother. Frozen in time, she picked up the handmade treasures; paper, ribbon, bits and pieces of love formed into special ornaments that her children had made for her.
Tonight she sat a wounded soul and wrote a letter that she had not written since she was a child.

 

Dear Santa Clause,
There are just a few wishes on my list this year. Leave me a sign that my children know how much they are missed. Leave me a box of magic needles and thread to mend my heart. Maybe a bag of Christmas Spirit filled with love to ease the pain of what I lost. Do you still remember me Santa after all of these years; do you remember how your gifts could wipe away my childhood tears? I know that I have ask for a lot, but can I have a reason to live tied up in a shiny new box; seven years…a long time to grieve, please Santa with all my heart in Heaven I want to believe.
Love, Ann

 

 

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Who Forgot To Shut The Barn Door?

womanwriterblogRecently, I read where President Donald Trump now wants to put his own spin into the America’s welfare system. He spoke of this during his campaign for the Whitehouse. It will be interesting to see where he cuts and to what extent. I have to agree on this one, the Welfare Department needs investigation as soon as possible; and the bad weeded out.

I live in the state of Wisconsin where you can walk into the waiting area of the Welfare Office and you will be “helped” in two ways. One, if you are an out of state individual you are escorted to the head of the line; not the waiting line but the “we will give you anything you may ever need line”. If you are a resident of the state, you may be told that there is a waiting list and it could be up to five-years before you will even be put on the waiting list.
Another common incident that I am aware of…for years a young Wisconsin woman has been on assistance since she was out of high school and started having babies each baby brought more money. The Welfare Department helped her pay for a house she bought via Section 8; she has a high percentage of her food paid for by the system with money being placed on a card resembling a credit card, she has free medical care, no limits just a $20 dollar co-pay.

In addition, she has had three children throughout with Wisconsin taxpayers footing the bill. The states free medical care paid for her to have her stomach stapled she was too fat to conceive and she wanted another baby. In addition, the “boy friend” the father of all of children has lived with her from the beginning. She had to sign an agreement that she lived alone with her children. This individual has reaped the rewards using taxpayer’s money.

 
In addition to all other infractions in the assistance program, she works and the employer pays her in cash, in paid credit cards, gas cards while paying the minimum that she can make before the system cuts her benefits. She has been working at the same company for years. I believe that it would draw suspicion to park outside the Welfare Office and get out of a $40,000 dollar vehicle, but no one ever confronts her. I have to ask the question…who forgot to shut the barn door, and how many cows got out before they realized it was open.

 
Now, is this her fault totally, no, she gets increases in funding with no one questioning her. She was overweight and could not have another child, so her free medical insurance signed off on her to have the $10,000 dollar stapling operation. She did have the fourth child and the state increased her assistance income. This is only one case, how many more slips through the cracks that are doing the same thing; when state assistance id denied for elderly individual that needs help.

 
This posting is about who gets what? I am neither Republican nor Democrat…I am for the best person for the joy. Right now, I believe we as Americans have our accommodating arms around the individuals in charge, while they have their hands in our pockets. My state will lose either way.

 
America has Donald Trump; Wisconsin has Scott Walker, what more can I say.
E.

 
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Happy Thanksgiving America…

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Recently in researching information for my own life story, I ran across a term called FPP or Fantasy Prone Personality. A personality trait in which a person experiences a lifelong extensive and deep involvement in fantasy. This disposition is an attempt, at least in part, to better describe “overactive imagination”. Does this apply to those of us who are writers? Yet, I believe that I can tell the difference in the fantasy world and that of reality.

 
It is believed by some psychologists that these traits can begin in childhood and likely to have laid the basis for fantasy proneness later in life. Yes, I was encouraged by my Aunt Vina to read when I was a child, and on most any subject that I wanted. Yes, I treated my animal friends as if they were human friends…I grew up alone. I was left alone from the time I was about three years old to fend for myself. I roamed the woods surrounding the house we lived in; and climbed the bluffs to check out the caves by the time I was six years old.
I played alone when I begin school, hiding among the tall grasses that grew around the little Priceville School. When the bell rang, I ran to class like all the other students. My childhood was one that no one would have wanted, a mother that was emotionally detached from anything or anyone other than getting ahead in life and her only child my sister. I learn to live alone and I became an expert paracosm. My childhood fantasy was very detailed and became real to me at times. There were places I would go and stay until my mother brought me back to the world of the living, the controlled living.

 

This life of fantasy when needed served me well; I lived many lives from child to teenager and right into a marriage arranged by my mother, to someone I had only known six weeks; my daddy had no say into anyone’s life including his own. My sister ran and never looked back! I was left to live with the fallout of her actions.
I was never much of a “daydreamer”; I am one who can create allowing me to leave a bad situation to a more calming atmosphere, such as storytelling. In checking further, I am told that I have an Avoidant personality; I suffer from anxiety but not to the extreme. I fear rejection, but I rationalize then avoid them when possible. I would like to live in a social world; nonetheless, I chose to live in my own world alone. I am frequently depressed, but I have a great sense of confidence.

 
I guess I would fall under all of the negative and the positive things that give me the ability to create a story, a poem; or paint a beautiful landscape. When all is said and done, I am just me, an artist, and a writer, now go enjoy your Holiday and leave me in my own fantasy world.

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The Cost of Freedom…

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The Cost of Freedom

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Standing in what looked like a sea of white as a warm afternoon breeze touched their bronzed faces three young men rode home in an old wagon through fields of cotton unaware that their youth would soon be forgotten.

There was a time when they were three babies crawling at their mothers feet waiting patiently for warm sweet milk and tea cakes luxuries in their world, a poor man’s’ treat.

Their mother insisted they go to school and discover their own dreams she vowed at their birth that her children would not break their backs or sell their souls working as poor farmers in the cotton fields planting, hoeing and picking the South’ white gold.

Eighteen, nineteen and twenty years old, they had never known anything but working the red southern soil day after day sacrificing their mothers’ dream for very little pay.

Threadbare overalls shirtless and shoeless they stopped at the dirt road leading to the farm they called home, knowing that this way of life was quickly to end their decisions saddened their father. broke their mothers’ heart leaving it so crushed that it would never mend.

They reached a nearby creek at setting sun sipped on moonshine laughed had one last day of fun then left for home. It was no more than a shack but supper always a feast for kings then they crawled into cornhusk beds it was a hard life but a life where they knew that they belonged.

Then one winter day it all changed as proud Americans that wore their pride like armor there was no question they would answer the call, not only for them but for us all.

It was early morning when their father stood quietly drawing on his old pipe under the old oak tree thinking of the warmth of the coming spring while their mother sat in her rocking chair afraid of what the future would bring.

One by one they walk out the door childish faces broad smiles, shinny shoes, starched uniforms. Three young men proudly walked down the old dirt road that day no one knew when or if they would ever return but these young men knew it was to defend freedom an endowment blessed the day they were born.

Mother and father held each other as they slowly walked into their home and closed the door, while their three young sons walked away straight and tall ready to fight a war in a land they did not know, on a faraway shore.

The window of their house proudly displayed three gold stars, the days gradually turned into years their mothers’ heart had stopped beating, death had finally stopped her tears. Their father grew old as he walked fallow land alone, with his life consumed by his many fears.

Then one day as he stood beneath the oak tree drawing in the smoke from his old pipe while thoughts begin to drift back on his life. He wondered where it had gone but knowing that their mother at last is happy that her young sons were finally coming home.

He stared down the road as three shadowy figures grew closer, would he recognize them, he could not even remember how long it had been. Their youth was gone their smiles were drawn, the war returned his sons now three broken and scarred old men.

 

 

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HEADLINES…

womanwriterblogAs I read the morning “Headlines” those listed below are the ones that I was scanning. If you the 2017 headlines be ready to find yourself in a depressed mood with headlines discussing everything from Trump to the killing spree by deranged people.  Nevertheless, there are fewer headlines just a mere 17 years ago in 2000…What has happen to the world in those 17 years? I am certain there were more good headlines than bad. I have a 5-year-old great grandson, what is this world going to be when he reaches 17 years old?
I find myself at an age where I know there has been bad over the span of my life, but never like it has changed now. Occasionally, one may have heard of a civilian being shot with a gun, not dozens of them. I am too old to be afraid, yet I fear for my children and everyone else in this mixed up world.
Whether you are religious or not, let us take time today to say to ourselves stop this madness before it is too late. EA

Headlines: November 2017

NBC analysis: GOP tax plan could save Trump and his family more than $1 billion.
Climate talks close with Trump standing alone.
U.S. towns, cities fear taxpayer revolt if Republicans kill deduction.
Downing North Korean Missiles Is Hard. So the U.S. Is Experimenting.
Defrocked priest charged with 31 counts of sex abuse.
Donald Trump’s Sexual Assault Accusers Demand Justice in the #MeToo Era: ‘We Were Forgotten’.
Two children killed when sheriff’s vehicle hits pedestrians in Los Angeles.
California shooting rampage highlights “ghost guns
Police: ‘Miracle’ more were not shot by rifle-toting man
Boy orphaned by California shooting knew the man who killed his family.
Rancho Tehama gunman targeted wife, neighbor before attacking passersby at random.

 

 

Headlines: November 2000
Elian Gonzalez The young castaway, whose American odyssey became a metaphor for the changing relationship between the United States and Communist Cuba.
USS Cole bombing Slipping through security in a small boat, terrorists carry out a suicide explosives attack on the U.S. Navy destroyer USS Cole in Yemen, killing 17 sailors.
Soaring oil prices U.S. multinational corporations are walloped by rising oil prices that surge to more than $30 a barrel
Firestone recall The government orders Bridgestone/Firestone to recall more than 6.5 million tires.
Ruling to split Microsoft A federal judge orders Microsoft Corp. split in two, declaring the software giant an “untrustworthy” monopoly.
Genetic advance The biotechnology company Celera Genomics and the publicly funded Human Genome Project announce that they each completed draft versions of the human genetic code.
Joyous Y2K The world welcomes the new millennium with South Sea islanders singing Handel’s Hallelujah chorus and Americans sporting Y2K eyewear in New York’s Times Square. Humanity also breathes a little easier as 1999-to-2000 date changes fail to cause any major disruptions of the world’s major computer systems.
Tobacco verdict The tobacco industry suffers a loss in a class-action case as jurors order companies them to pay $144 billion in punitive damages to Florida smokers

The Lady and Her Mandolin

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The Lady and Her Mandolin

The mandolin played softly from the room beneath my bed, the melody matched the moonlight dancing on the prisms hanging in my window, yellows, blues and reds. The lady plays over and over, thrumming aimlessly, as the night breeze takes the harmony over the cliff falling gently into the sea.

In her room decorated with blue butterflies cascading along tawny silk, lying upon sheets white as milk. her skin glistening, motionless, her eyes like a cobalt sky, she never leaves her room, I always wonder why.

When the crimson sky grows darker and there is nothing left but time, I go sit down beside her pouring Brandywine. Soon the stars will shatter, rockets will soar; I lay in a sea of saffron scent, my hunger spent, and then she will slowly begin her aimlessly thrumming once more.

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A Path into Tomorrow

Reflection on conception, an unwanted
Soul cast away because of greed. An
Image of the future, lost in time, starvation,
Did not kill the seed.

It lived, did not go away, destiny or fate,
Life without love surrounded by hate.
Yoke around the neck at birth, emotional
Scars during its journey on earth.

Tomorrows’ path long and steep, search
The past, a need to prove why hurt and
Anger ran deep. Truth in abandonment
Can be found, sanity and sorrow are
Closely bound.

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womanwriterblogMonday November 6, 2016…
Out of Rehab, this has been the longest 25 days of my life. I am one who bounces back quickly; it took me a little longer this time. To share with all of you and especially those who sent words of encouragement, first thank you for being there for me.
Twenty-five days ago, I was conscious, but collapsed when leaving the restaurant with my children. The children rushed me to the hospital where over the next 9 days I had every test known possible, bed ridden no less. A mild stroke and in the test results found I had at some point had several silent mini strokes. Mid during that time I experienced some speech problems which corrected itself within 24 hours. I was alert during this time, I knew what I was trying to say, it just came out in some sort of strange language that I did not understand.
On the seventh day in the hospital, they found that I had “Sepsis”. I was place on an IV with antibiotics for the next 14 days. Next came the transfer from hospital to a Rehab Center, i.e., nursing home/rehab where I had to mentally adjust to being surrounded by those I believe to be much worse off than I am.
Eleven days in Rehab, I was released to go home with minimal help. The results, you cannot keep a stubborn woman down. I have lost some balance skills; hand motion…cannot type 90 words a minute any longer. Every day brings a new challenge and every day I work to meet it head on.
Once home I begin research on my new book which I have titled “Splinters in My Lifetime”. With my mind undamaged, I feel so very lucky. I may type slower, but the desire of the many things I want to write has not changed.
I am on the mend dear blogger friends and will enjoy reading all of your wonderful work that I have missed this past month.
Sincerely,
E.