My Grandad.(Our Own Pages)(Poem)Zediker, TaylorHighlights for Children
head around it is like trying to picture the vastness of space. Human minds aren’t equipped for the task. I’m as overwhelmed as Stevie Nicks when she received the instrumental from Prince to add lyrics. In her words: “I can’t do it… It’s too much for me.” Yet, I’ll try...
she is entirely her own self, and those oohs and ahhs are for her, not me. I like that we don’t look much alike. It reminds me that she arrived complete, and I’m just watching her unfurl, and beckoning witnesses to confirm what I can hardly believe. Look at this gorgeous, compe...
The varying responses would be an uneasy silence, platitudes, a hug, a listening ear, much-needed and appreciated practical help, or an offer to pray, all depending on where those people were in their spiritual lives. I felt helpless. My feelings were hurt by the One who said He loved m...
how much of this horror can I actually allow myself to think about? Perhaps the numbest mannekin is wiser than somebody who only allows their sensitivity to drive them to destroy everything they touch – but then again, to tilt Madame George’s hat a hair, just to recognize that that ...
Rob Sherman’s Black Crown crept into parts of my brain that hadn’t been touched by literature for years. I didn’t expec…
5.When did Grandad start going out with Katie? Where were they married? Were you in the wedding? Katie was my much loved grandmother who was really a step-grandmother. She had no children of her own, but took on three children to raise. I considered her to be wonderful! Did my mother...
So like Grandad! I thought. Later that evening, ensconced in a quiet country pub, Sandra and I browsed through my copy of East Coker: A Village Album by Abigail Shepherd, a book very much rooted in the tradition of oral history. My cousin was able to easily recognise the old photographs...
59. Having 13 guests at a dinner party is bad luck. It makes your dinner too much like the Last Supper. 60. If you blow out all your birthday candles in the first breath, you’ll get your wish. 61. Wishes on the first star of the evening and on shooting stars come true. ...