Promises to Keep

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, ”
From Stopping by the Woods on a
Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

She had 20 minutes to get there and the traffic was awful.

Everyone seemed to be going her way, moving at a snail’s pace, and here to top it all was a broken down vehicle with groups of people standing around gawking, though nobody seemed to be doing anything constructive to get it moving again.

She had promised herself that she would be on time, just this once and now she was going to be late unless she could find a useful diversion – a way to get around the traffic.

She had to get there for how else would she ever forgive herself for not being there when he died even though she had promised him again and again that she would be, and now she was going to be late for the funeral.

Suddenly, she remembered a short cut he had often used  between her house and his and as it came up on her left she was able to turn and speed away; perhaps she might just make it in time.

This week’s word in Five Sentence Fiction is DIVERSION

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Granny’s Doll

In the chair at the foot of Granny’s bed the doll sat as it always had. As a small child she’d occasionally picked it up to play with “but gently” as her Granny always reminded her.

And now, Granny was no longer there but the doll was and as she picked it up with reverence she thought of the trials that had befallen her grandmother in her long life. How she and grandfather had lost everything during the Great Depression, then a son lost in the Great War, but somehow through it Granny and her doll had survived unharmed, together.

 This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is REVERENCE

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An Inferno

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She had loved Dante’s Inferno since first being presented a copy to read for English Literature classes so many years ago.  And now she wondered was this the closest she would get to Dante’s Inferno in this life?

She stood there, totally surrounded by mist, mesmerised by the sight of great gusts of steam emanating from the ground accompanied by the roar of a fast approaching steam locomotive.

As she walked slowly past a pool that resembled a boiling cauldron she remembered reading that the indigenous people, the Maoris, still used the heat from this activity for cooking and heating their houses as they had done for centuries.

On her return home on the other side of the world, she needed to have theses photos as evidence that this was in fact real and not a figment of her very active imagination.

This week’s word is STEAM.  I thought as few people might have seen the
Geo thermal activity producing clouds of steam, I
would use this as the setting for my Five Sentence story this week.
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Trusting Family

Recently I discovered Five Sentence Fiction  and decided to try my hand at writing a story in only five sentences.
This week’s word is FAMILY.

The soldiers burst into the school, yelling, shouting orders and firing rifles.  The children, scared, huddled together under their desks trying to hide from the angry men.  But they were soon discovered and brought out of hiding with the girls being separated from the boys who were locked into the school hall with the staff.

Then the terrified girls were herded onto buses and quickly driven away from the school.

Only then, when the firing had ceased and the yelling had stopped and it was possible to think, did the petrified child think of her family and knew they would find her and take her home again.

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Remembering Mother

Today I discovered Five Sentence Fiction when reading this blog and decided to try my hand at writing only five sentences.

A moment of clarity in the land of the confused brought on a rush of memories both to her and to those of us visiting her.  This once vibrant, strong woman had been reduced to a pale shadow of herself under the strong grip of Alzheimer’s. Disease.  Suddenly she was once again our mother, even if only for a very short time, when she knew our names and recognised each of us. The joy and happiness was unbounded and in that short time many happy moments and happenings were remembered.  But all too soon, the veil of the Disease dropped down and once again she retreated to the confused old lady she had recently become.

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Autumn Colours

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came – The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.
George Cooper.

Theresa at run-a-round-ranch  posted photos of spring wildflowers yesterday and as we are now in autumn/fall I decided to post some photos of our trees in all their glory.

IMG_0320 The Fern Leaf Maple is certainly changing colour and almost daily.

IMG_0321The beech forest is a perfect backdrop to the Lacy Lady Maples, but the Bloodgood Maple is looking very sad except for the new leaves sprouting.

IMG_0322The Architect used to live two sites down from where we are now and this is the drive down to that house.

IMG_0323More of that same driveway with all the Pin Oak leaves.

IMG_0347The Pin Oak in the neighbour’s garden

IMG_0348View of both neighbour’s houses with their trees looking beautiful.

So while we are happy for our friends in the Northern Hemisphere who are enjoying the Spring, we are enjoying the Autumn/Fall here and its almost daily changes of colours to our trees.

Note – Please substitute May for October in the opening quote as we are in the Southern Hemisphere.

A Special Six Word Saturday

Six word Saturday buttonHow quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

ANZAC DAY – WE WILL NOT FORGET

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This is a solemn Saturday for those of us in New Zealand and Australia.  Anzac Day occurs on 25 April. It commemorates all New Zealanders killed in war and also honours returned servicemen and women.

The date itself marks the anniversary of the landing of New Zealand and Australian soldiers – the Anzacs – on the Gallipoli Peninsula in 1915. The aim was to capture the Dardanelles. Thousands lost their lives in the Gallipoli campaign: 87,000 Turks, 44,000 men from France and the British Empire, including 8500 Australians. To this day, Australia also marks the events of 25 April. Among the dead were 2779 New Zealanders, about a fifth of those who served on Gallipoli.

At the end of the campaign, Gallipoli was still held by its Turkish defenders.

I wrote extensively about this day on April 25 2011, April 25 2012 and again on April 25 2013.  Click on the dates to read the posts.

 They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
From  For The Fallen
Lawrence Binyon, English poet, dramatist and art scholar. 1869 – 1943

Worrisome WordPress

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I have just discovered that all my widgets, badges etc have disappeared from the sidebar and I can’t quite work out how to get them back.  They have been there for several years.

I have been to the forums/fora with no success.  And I also noticed that I have been publishing with a bright green background for a few weeks.

Has WordPress gone mad or have I.  Is this perhaps the work of the dreaded new format.  If anyone can give me some help it would be very much appreciated.

Saturday Again

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How quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

THE END OF THE GOLDEN WEATHER

Yes, this week the weather gods decided that we had had it so good for so long that they would introduce winter with all her faults.  We seem to have skipped past autumn this year straight into winter.

This week we have had torrential rain and hailstones battering on the outside of our house and we have been pushed to fire up the central heating and light our log fire.

We continue to be grateful for the fact that we do have a warm and comfy house and we can have the warmth we need in winter.  How many people in this world are without these basic needs.  But the gratitude doesn’t stop us thinking longingly about those warm summer days that we enjoyed such a short time ago.

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”

Edith Sitwell
Edith Sitwell, author, poet,
1887 – 1964

A Weekend Away

Imagine a group of friends, all well into their senior years enjoying themselves in a rare weekend away together.

Not for them the quiet talk around the fireside but instead a joyous celebration of life culminating in their opening the doors onto the deck on a cold winter’s night and all joining in dancing and singing to Cole Porter’s “Let’s Misbehave”.

Every one of us felt invigorated to be in the company of our peers, each of whom has decided that ‘age’ is a frame of mind and there is still time to sing and dance.

Those memories will remain.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is MISBEHAVE

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