Three for you today.. Because it's Thursday!

"I had always thought that once you grew up you could do anything you wanted - stay up all night or eat ice cream straight out of the container." - Bill Bryson

"We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy ice cream."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 - 1882

"Everyone likes pie. But people like pie a la mode even better. In the pie of life, art is the ice cream." - Peter Krause

Good afternoon and welcome to my Thursday world! Today , because it's Thursday I have three things to share with you.. I'll get right to the sharing!

1:)~ Today is Ice Cream Cone day! As hot as it is today I can think of no better treat than a cone filled with a double dip of Blue Berry ice cream.. The true origins of the ice cream cone have been hotly contested by many.. Most "This Day in History" Calenders show that a man from St. Louis, Missouri, named Charles E. Minches invented the ice cream cone... and that on July 23, 1904 at the World’s Fair in St. Louis, he filled a pastry cone with two scoops of vanilla ice cream to make the first ice cream cone. There had been some speculation that another man named Italo Marchiony in New York City had already patented the ice cream cone before the Word’s Fair. He had been selling Lemon ice in cones from a pushcart since 1896 and had applied for and received a patent on the his mold On December 13,1903.. He described his invention as being similar to a waffle iron and producing several small pastry cups with sloping sides.. Doesn't that sound like an Ice cream cone to you?? I guess if you want to get technical, what Marchiony made wasn’t ‘ice cream.’ He sold Lemon Ice.. Lemon Ice would be closer to what we now call snow cones.. Contrary to what he, as well as others believed, his patent was not for a cone and he lost the lawsuits that he filed against cone manufacturers for patent infringement. His Patent was for the mold to make the pastry cups that he filled with Lemon Ice. I guess there are a few People who could claim to have invented the ice cream cone.. Or at least their version of it. Many Women baked pastry shells to fill with puddings or Iced fruits long before the Ice cream cone debate ever began.. Regardless of who invented it.. The Ice cream cone was and still is a very tasty invention!

2:)~ Did I brag about finishing the class on Haiku that I was struggling with for the last year?
I guess I did.. I am proud I stuck it out.. I wanted so many times to cuss, kick or even bite someone.. The instructor or his assistant or the phantom who sat behind me in class.. I didn't care who as long as it was someone.. ( Yes I know I was sitting here at home for that class.. call it artistic imagination when I say "sitting behind me in class"..!) The instructor said he was glad I had enjoyed the class and recommended me for another class.. The Advanced Study of Haiku... you do have to have his recommendation in order to sign up for that class.. Even so I am holding off for right now.. But the second thing I am sharing with you is the Haiku I wrote to finish the class.. I only had to write this one once.. WOW! He said I was brilliant and very talented? Did y'all know I was those things? I know I'm bragging but as long as the bragging is Factual I'd say it's OK..~ for those who are intersted.. a bluebirds call is known as a cheer..


Miracles

deep within the woods
a white dogwood blooms~
a bluebird cheers

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-22-2009


3:) This week I was sent an e-mail about writing a septolet for an ongoing contest.. A septolet is described as a poem of seven lines. using exactly 14 words. There is a break between two parts.. the two parts each create an image of their own.. the two images deal with the same or complimenting thoughts and combined also create an image.. They even send words that you have to use together in a stanza of the septolet.. Three words for each stanza and you have to think of the other words yourself.. This week I was sent the words.. drops; sulks;Hypnotic;~ for the first part and the words.. perfect; cradle; snare;~ for the ending part.. Read what I did with these few words and let me know what you think of my septolet..

Captured- (a septolet)

Rain drops
Hypnotic..
He sulks
fireside.

The cradle rocks..
soothing Innocence~
Woman's perfect snare.

Written By: Patricia sawyer
7-23-2009


Now I have shared three things with you today.. I have had people to tell me that they rarely understand poems unless they rhyme and even then they have to be about normal things.. I guess a lot of poems rhyme.. I don't write well in Rhyme although I do write some that rhyme and or follow a set rhythm.. .. I write more freestyle than anything else.. I do like to try all the different writing styles though and you can bet you will see most of them here at some point in time... I do like the challenge of writing from a word list or writing a poem that has to convey a certain thought and have a limited amount of words.. I will be honest and say that those take a lot of thought and time to get done though.. the fewer words; the more each one has to say; if that makes sense to you.. I have been told that if you have trouble imagining what a poem is saying.. you should close your eyes and relax and have someone else read the words to you.. If you try that and it works.. let me know.. Maybe I'll try that as a way to write a few...I hope you have enjoyed visiting my blog today. I know that many people just click here to drop their entrecard and move on.. Hopefully a few will stay long enough to find a smile on my pages.. Please comment to let me know that you have visited here! Have a great day!
Patsy

Happy Grandparents Day!

"Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing old." ~Mary H. Waldrip

"Grandparents are there to help the child get into mischief they haven't thought of yet."
~Gene Perret

"You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mothers. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves." ~Seattle, Chief of the Duwamish, Suquamish and allied Indian tribes

Grandparents day is a modern holiday. It's another of those holidays made up to sell cards and gifts. I always forget about it unless some one reminds me or as in this year the inter-net reminds me. But in honor of the day I will talk about my own Grand-ma's a little bit. I'm sure I had Grand-pa's too.. I have even heard tales of them.. But they both died before I was born. I sadly missed out on those guys.

My Mama's Mother was Miss Janie Morris. Morris being the name of her third and last husband. Grandma was very particular about things. She was born a planters daughter and his favorite daughter at that. She was sent to a ladies school (Winthrop) to be educated as a teacher. Back then very few young women were educated. She came on the train to teach in a one room school house. It was there that she met My Grandfather and her first husband. He died very young leaving her to raise four children. She married twice after that but never lost her strong minded ways. I used to hate to go visit her because I knew with-out a doubt where I was going to be.. I was going to be sitting on the front step. She wouldn't get a switch or strike you with her hand....She firmly believed in the sitting on the step thinking about what you had done. My Uncle Robert told me that he never could figure that one out.. He said " Damn! she walloped hell out of me and Roberta : and she treats y'all like y'all's ass is glass." He then added that she didn't whip Aunt Dot nor Uncle JC either so maybe their "asses were glasses" too.. I can only assume that he got both his language and his sense of humor from My Grand-father. I assure you she wouldn't have laughed like we did.

She could sew like no one else though.. Making us special dresses for special occasions. She sewed for the public is what she called it. I remember sitting on the steps and looking through the window into her bedroom where she sewed.. she would be bent over the machine working away and humming Hymns to herself. I asked her once if she could make doll clothes and she laughed at me.. saying I was foolish.. "Go sit on the step till you can think of something smart to say!" Needless to say I sat there till time to go home.

But the following month was my 6th Birthday and she brought me a beautiful handmade rag doll in a bright red dress and a perky little hat. . Handing it to me she said " I can do anything I set my mind to and so can you... Take care of this doll to remind you of that." Janie Jane the doll sits right here where I work.. Just in case I need reminding. Grandma did so many things she went to college and taught school. She raised a family and sewed for the public. Her second Husband owed a store and she ran that too. In her older years she worked for the town as a clerk and ran the water office and still she sewed. If she wanted to go somewhere she got in her car and went. She spoke her mind. She even danced a jig that she made up herself.. her own happy dance. She also made the best pound cake and divinity fudge there ever was.. I learned from her that you can indeed do anything you set your mind too.

My Daddy's Mama was Grandma Black. Her real Name was Mozelle. They say I am very much like her. I think I look like her. Grandma Black was a very earthy person. She loved the outside. She too could sew but mostly she sewed quilts for everyone. When she lived in the big house we kids would lay under the quilting frames and listen as the grown ups talked to each other. She kept a quilt in the frames all the time ~ when she wasn't sewing on it she would pull it up to the ceiling on Pulley's and tie it off. Grandma kept chickens in a pen outside. She loved cats but they were outside too.

When her youngest son Married a Lady with three girls, Grandma gave them her house and moved to a little cottage in the woods. She carried her Iron bed; quilting frames and her chickens with her.Once me and Jimmy were at Grandma's house. I'm pretty sure Mama and Daddy had gone to get school supplies for the rest of the crew. Sheron came up the dirt road and told me and Jimmy that she knew where a snake was. Jimmy was excited about that and grabbed a big rock as they ran away to kill it. I followed along and got there just as Jimmy bashed him on the head.. I tried to tell that to Grandma as she was coming out of the woods ~with a switch already in her hand~ But it didn't matter to her. She switched us all a few times on our skinny little legs.. Running Sheron back through the woods to her house and me and Jimmy back up the dirt road to her cottage.

"You don't kill things" she said as she switched our legs.. "You only kill what you need to eat. If everyone killed anything they wanted to the world would be out of whack!" She didn't send us to sit on the steps.. she just said that next time she would tell our Daddy. When we all got back to her house and she washed our faces clear of tears~ she talked to us about nature being balanced and that we had killed a rat snake. I was afraid for a long time that the rats would take over....

Grandma wore a Bonnet and an apron always. The apron was magical. It had a special pocket that held an endless supply of chewing gum and mints. Whatever anyone needed would magically appear from her tiny apron pocket. Tissues for dirty faces and running noses or crying eyes~ a button and sewing needle to fix a shirt~ a few coins for a cold coke. I wanted that apron for myself. When she died they gave me her bonnet~ I really wanted that apron!

A few years before she died Uncle Emmett moved Grandma into a small Trailer almost in his Back yard. They brought along her chickens but she had long since passed the quilt frames on to my Mama. Grandma loved it there except that she was no longer surrounded by the woods. So she grew her own. Grandma could be found most days chopping around in her yard with a hoe. Planting something to feed the Belly or to feed the soul. She grew flowers and tomatoes and cucumbers all there together. Crowded in where ever something would fit. I reckon that's where I get my gardening style. I learned so many things from her. I learned from her that understanding is the hard part.. "Just accept" she said "it's a whole lot easier." I think she meant that for most things in life~ She also taught me how to Bake the very best lemon pies!

Both of My grandma's endured many hardships. They lived through things we can only imagine.
They were very different from each other and yet I believe they respected each other. I never saw them quarrel. One watched Lawrence Welk and one didn't really understand the concept of TV. ... One highly educated and one Barely educated and yet they both were very smart women. They raised my parents. They helped raise us.. They did a great Job! I hope to be as good of a grandmother to my own grandchildren.

If you have a Grandma ~ call her up and say Hi. It will mean more than you know to her.
If you are a grandmother~ Plan a special walk or talk with your grandchildren. Talk them about things that were part of your world but will not be a part of theirs. Tell them about life when your Grandma was young. Share with them of yourself. Have a great day!
Patsy