Monthly Archives: January 2020

Poetic Thursday: Lend Me Your Comb

It’s Thursday again!  Time to join Pam and her boys, Teddy, and Angel Sammy for Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s cute photo inspiration:

And this is my poem:

Lend Me Your Comb

It’s the first trip to the barber for this little guy.
Mommy’s so happy that he didn’t cry.

The barber is proud of the job that he’s done;
not all his young customers are this much fun.

But little man was good and had no fear
and seems pleased with what he sees in the mirror.

Maybe you’re never too young to learn,
so, look out world, there’s another “Kookie” Byrnes.

I apparently don’t have a picture of Marshall during his first haircut. He was three when this one was taken, obviously much older than the little boy in the ‘inspiration photo’. No tears, but the stylist looks much happier than Marshall.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

One Word Wednesday: Between

Between

~These Days Of Mine~

Old Sites, New View

A few weeks ago, Motor Man spotted one of those tourist brochures at an antique mall in Williamsburg. It gave information about air tours available through Williamsburg Flight Center. One of the packages including flights over several of the historic properties along the James River.

We decided that would be our Christmas gift to each other. And Friday was the day.

Our ride was a 1968 Cessna Skyhawk.

Our pilot was Chris. After our flight, I asked him how old he is. 23. Twenty-three. (What’s the saying: “I have socks older than that…”?) By the way, not only is he an excellent pilot, he’s also a flight instructor. He’s also very knowledgeable about the area and those historic homes.

Although we flew over several historic homes, the one I was waiting for, of course, was Bacon’s Castle. Before our flight, we told Chris about my family connections there, so he circled the property a few times to be sure we got plenty of pictures. I was thrilled to see it from the air.

We also were able to get photos of the nearby old Brick Church ruins and cemetery. This is the final resting place for most of my ancestors.

Surry Nuclear Plant is located just a few miles from my home town of Bacon’s Castle and the two properties previously mentioned.  I watched the land being cleared and building begin on this project from the window of my school bus.

This is the ferry dock at Scotland (near the town of Surry). The Jamestown/Scotland ferry provides free transport across the James.

Although there was a little turbulence during our flight, we had confidence in our pilot, and the scenery was worth a few “bumps”.

Merry Christmas to us!

And thanks, Chris, for a safe, interesting flight.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: Going Up?

Once again, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her “boys” at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s the photo inspiration for this week:

I found this to be a bit challenging (mostly because I couldn’t look at the photo without having sweaty palms).

Here’s my poem:

Going Up?

Every day, he climbs higher and higher,
I have to wonder: do his hands perspire?

A job like this comes with a price;
his life depends on that safety device.

Eight hundred feet above the ground,
and it would seem, no one else around.

But, is he really alone? I think not:
someone was there to capture this shot!

When I uploaded the picture to today’s blog post, the following caption was included. I wish there was info regarding the location and the building that was under construction.

” Ironworker Mike Kulp, 43, climbs a column before connecting a perimeter beam to the 54th floor. Here Kulp is working approximately 825 feet above street level.”

Yeah, sign me up for THAT job…..not.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

One Word Wednesday: Awakening

Awakening

(Today, I’m starting a new little personal blog meme. Each Wednesday, I’ll share a photo with a one word description. I’m beginning today with the letterA’, and hoping to go through the alphabet. THAT should be interesting. Feel free to leave a comment…one word? Or more.)

~These Days Of Mine~

Vintage? Yes, Please

Through the Facebook page “Only In Virginia”, I learned about Old Luckett’s  Store near Leesburg, Va.

And that was a day trip yesterday for Motor Man and me.

If you’re into vintage,  that’s the place for you.  The outside area is full of old architectural elements and furniture, as well as vehicles that I’m guessing are for display only.

Check out this VW Beetle, all decked out for Christmas.

And the ‘driver’, just hangin’ out:

An old Studebaker with Christmas gifts stacked on top:

A horse and Amish wagon:

Just imagine the stories these old wooden doors could tell:

“Vintage” as far as the eye can see.

Clever bicycle wreaths:

At one point, Motor Man was in a different area of the yard than I was. I noticed he was talking with another couple and taking a picture of them. I hurried over, so THEY could take a picture of US by this gorgeous old carriage.

The four of us hit it off immediately, and since it was windy and cold outside, we invited them to sit in our vehicle so we could chat.

It was a beautiful day for a drive, we enjoyed seeing all the ‘vintageness’ at Luckett’s Store and we made some new friends.

We think that makes for a nice day.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Poetic Thursday: A Guy’s First Wheels

Welcome to the first Poetic Thursday of the new year.  Pam and her “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats gave us this cute photo for inspiration this week:

That certainly brought back memories of Marshall’s “first wheels”.  Here’s my poem:

First Wheels

When I went to see Santa at the mall
I didn’t ask for many toys at all.

I said: “Santa, here’s the deal,
I really need a set of wheels.

I’m getting older now, and there’s this girl.
She’s really cute and she’s rockin’ my world.

But not having a car is such a pain;
on Saturday night, we wanna ‘cruise Main’.”

Santa said: “Well, you’ve been good, that IS true,
so let me see what I can do”.

Well, Santa came through, and the new ride is sweet.
But there’s no room for my girl, ’cause there’s only one seat!

Anyway, Mom says I’m still too young to date,
so I guess cruising Main will just have to wait.

I thought I’d share a couple of pictures of Marshall’s first ride. Christmas morning, wearing the robe my mom made for him. She’s sitting in the background.

And a few months later, boys will be boys. He looks rather proud of himself, doesn’t he? You just have to wonder WHY, but I was glad to get a picture of it.

And his second set of wheels, during the Smurf era. Check out the firefighter’s helmet.

I find myself looking forward to Poetry Thursday every week. Thanks, Pam, for another fun poetry inspiration.

~These Days Of Mine~