Monthly Archives: February 2020

Poetic Thursday: Waiting

Thursday! Time again for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats. I’m so glad I began participating in this meme and look forward to it each week.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

You can probably tell from the length of my poem that I thought this one was fun:

Waiting

Don’t be sad, I’m just hanging out for a while
til the day comes when I can make someone smile.

My days of hard work are over and done,
and now it’s time I have a little fun.

I’m nice and cozy in my grassy bed,
but the time will come when I turn someone’s head.

Just scrape off the grunge, right down to the rust.
And my dents and dings, well, they’re just a plus.

Replace a few parts, okay, more than a few.
Give me four new shoes, and that oughta do.

My looks won’t matter, it’s what’s under the hood:
one of Motor Man’s engines, that would be good.

A ‘rat rod’ I’ll be my second time around:
classic car shows and Sunday drives around town.

That rumbling you’ll hear is me coming through.
Remember, they don’t build ‘em like they used to.

If you’re wondering what a rat rod is, this link to one of my previous posts will explain it.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

One Word Wednesday: “Goggie”

“Goggie”

 

~These Days Of Mine~

Once Again: Romance At The Castle

You may recall my posts from previous years about a Valentine’s event, Romance At The Castle, which is held at Bacon’s Castle. Guests enjoy wine and food samplings and a tour of the house.

This year’s event was held Saturday, and once again, I was asked to speak about my family’s history there at that beautiful old structure.

I have countless photos of Bacon’s Castle, but I rarely go there – or even drive by – that I don’t take another.

I do enjoy sharing the story of my grandparents moving into the “Castle house” in 1923, along with their 11 (at the time) children. And that their 12th child was born there two years later.

And that I was a guide there in 2000, then portrayed my grandmother during a ghost walk in 2010.

And that Marshall was a guide there for ten years and appeared in a PBS tv episode.

And that Motor Man and I were married there in 2002. We still have our picture taken together whenever we visit.

Motor Man videoed my speech, which I’m sharing. For those of you who’ve seen the previous videos, it’s basically the same every year, since, obviously, you can’t change history. I apologize for the low volume (we were trying to be discreet about filming.) Watching in full screen seems to help, for some reason.

 

We were happy that the event was well attended (sold out, in fact). It was a fun way to celebrate Valentine’s weekend.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Better Than A Hallmark

Motor Man gave me my Valentine card a couple of days early this year.

I think he covered just about everything: our kitties, Valentine’s roses, the ducks that I feed on a daily basis, “my” horses, the two of us in a convertible (?): he says that’s us at the beach, and us with heart-shaped balloons. By the way, his nickname is “JR”, and his nickname for me has been “DB” for over 40 years.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Motor Man, and thank you for my very special one-of-a-kind-card. I’d say you know me well.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Lonely In Lost Springs

It’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats AND here on These Days. I loved this week’s photo inspiration.

Here’s my poem:

Lonely In Lost Springs

A population of one in this little map dot;
an old mining town that time forgot.

A lonely vista with no neighbors in sight;
no nearby houses to light up the night.

No traffic noise, few passing cars:
the perfect place to gaze at the stars.

A population of one: lonely or blessed?
It just depends on one’s outlook, I guess.

And, as usual, the photo prompted not only a poem but also a little research on my part. I learned quite a few things about Lost Springs: the town is located in Wyoming and was first inhabited in the 1880’s.  It was named by railroad workers unable to locate the spring that showed on their maps. After being incorporated in the early 1900’s, the population was once at 200. By 1960, the census showed a population of five, and in 2000, that number was one. The mayor, however, disagreed with that figure, saying there were actually four residents at that time. The 2010 census showed a population of four.

And I thought I grew up in a small town.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

One Word Wednesday: Fifties

FIFTIES

~These Days Of  Mine~

Limited Access, But Enough

Motor Man and I were hesitant about going to the beach yesterday. That area had some heavy rain this past week, and we knew there would be lots of mud puddles. And by mud puddles, I mean flooded, impassable “streets”.

But we took a chance, deciding that we could at least drive on the beach, even if we couldn’t go behind the dunes (where most of the flooding takes place).

We only saw eight horses, but I was pleased with the pictures I was able to get.

Although it was chilly, it was a beautiful sunny day.

Isn’t this a striking horse? Love the blonde (flaxen) mane and the white feet.

This stallion looked our way as he crossed the road in front of us.  We, of course, were stopped to let them pass.

And then there was this one up on the dune.

Peek-a-boo.

As I was writing this post and thinking back on the day, I was reminded of these lyrics to a favorite (of mine) “oldie”:

“Hi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday-
This is my, my, my beautiful day.
When you say, say, say, say that you love me,
Oh my, my, it’s a beautiful day.”
(song lyrics by Daniel Boone and Rod McQueen)

~These Days Of Mine~