I Feel The Connection….

When I received my email from Photography 101 this morning, and read that today’s assignment was Connect & Tags.. My thoughts immediately told me..you know where to go…………..Though I’m a ‘come here’ and not a ‘Teager’…I feel a Connection to many of those laid to rest here. I’m friends and neighbors of many of their living relatives, their stories shared.

“I have always enjoyed cemeteries. Altars for the living as well as resting places for the dead, they are entryways, I think, to any town or city, the best places to become acquainted with the tastes of the inhabitants, both present and gone.” 

~ Edwidge Danticat, After the Dance: A Walk Through Carnival in Jacmel, Haiti~

  
  

  
And as I walked home…of course I took a photo of our Bridege, which Connects us to the Mainland. Perfect foggy morning for a photo op! 

  
  

All By Myself…

This weeks Sandbox Writing Challenge is as follows:


The first word words to pop in my mind when confronted with the above image was

Povery: the state or condition of having little or no money, goods, or means of support;condition of being poor.

Forlorn: 1.desolate or dreary; unhappy or miserable, as in feeling, condition, or appearance. 

2.lonely and sad; forsaken

But, after studying it for a while longer….though she appears to be alone I see…Determination (Resolute)characterized by firmness and determination, as the temper, spirit, actions,etc.:

So, now that we’ve had our vocabulary lesson for the day 😉 on to the rest of the challenge.

I have a memory of myself, a skinny little girl, scared each time her mother would leave the house and leave me home alone with ‘him’. Every Sunday morning, she would leave the house  to go to the bakery while we were suppose to be sleeping. The minute I’d hear her leave, I’d awaken my sisters and sneak them out into the hallway of the 2 family house we lived in. We’d tiptoe up the stairs to the landing above and watch out the window for her to come home. As soon as we’d see her pull up to the curb, back down the stairs we would go…and then as quietly as we could, back to our room. 

In the Determined mind of that seven/eight year old girl, I was ‘saving’ us from him. I don’t remember ever thinking about what would happen if we were caught…I just knew I needed to get us out of the house. We never were caught, though I couldn’t save myself all the time. ( I can’t speak of or for my sisters. To this day, they side with our mother and feel I’ve been unfair to her and her hard life.)

 

(Funny, all the years I’ve had this photograph, it just struck me to see how I’m off to the side, while D & B are together….that’s pretty much the way it was is/was)

It’s Yesterday Once More……

Another Monday means another go-round at The Monday Music Medicine Show…..this week Fim’s calling for songs which you have carried with you from your youth? What songs of your yesteryear remain part of the soundtrack of your life? 

I tried to clear the cobwebs and reach wayyyy back. I can remember driving with my mother and 2 younger sisters in our old rambler….listening to the radio…

  
2 songs come to mind that I remember hearing and liking…..

First up for your listening pleasure is some CCR

And The Carpenters!