Saturday, August 1, 2009

Shadow shot Sunday...A basket of ferns...


Granny carries washin' in a basket
to the line out back
I remember
it's plastic liner with strawberry buds
I'd sit in it's fields
making hollyhock skirts
on clothespin ballerinas
the sun was bright
the air warm and flowing
summer was my childhood
Granny was my light
soft hands
wrinkled brow
kissing cheeks
and holding hands...
let's ride the bus downtown
white gloves drop nickels in a slot
and that soft seersucker dress
comforts my stride
we'll get licorice Scottie dogs
at the five n dime
if you're a good girl
I'm always good for Granny
even at the butcher
the floor had it's familiar creak
and faint smell of cigars
I long for 'em again
those comforting days
Grandpa will want a roast beef for dinner
shall we make a pie...
mem'ries in a basket
a little girl's dreams
her Granny and
a basket of ferns
in the shades of a summer
I shall n'er forget.


s.wilson


Memories flood of a simpler day when a child and her Granny were best friends and formed bonds strong. Do you remember when our Grannys' wore the white gloves always to town, with her purse dangling on her bent arm...her nylons and those old shoes, you know the ones, with the short heels, just made for walkin' comfortably to the bus, as my Granny never drove, which was typical for that day and she always had on pearls in every color, gems a young girl never forgets.

But I loved to be with my Granny, the memories flood my days...just a simple clothes basket bring them all home again and into your hearts on our favorite meme...Shadow Shot Sunday...won't you tag along...

36 comments:

Tom Hilton said...

Lovely.

sarayutouched said...

yes, yes, yes...as i read your words the memories of gramma come flooding in. how blessed we are to have those memories. i close my eyes and a see her beautiful face, a face that actually had no wrinkles...i'm hoping for that gene. the bent arm holding the "pocket book". the always ready milk and cookies...her shoes she wore to the garden to give each flower a few drops of water from a milk jug...and what beautiful flowers she had... thanks for the walk down memory lane and morning coffee. see you this evening...

summersundays-jw said...

I loved your photo and your words. I never knew any of my g'parents but I'm hopeing that my little ones will have those memories of me. Mine will remember gardening, garage sales, baking and going to Target -- and today it would be running thru the rain to get pancakes at The Village Inn. My memories of church are a lot like yours but my feelings have changed since going to the Methodist church. Have a great weekend. Jan

Richie's 2ts Inspires said...

I feel teary eyed reading your words and reminding old grandma. A lil old lady and my dear mum have a resemblance of her as well as myself.

Hope my grandkids have a nice remembrance from my grandparents, my parents & me §:-)

Have a wonderful SSS

whizkid said...

Very touching....

Merisi said...

Such a beautiful poem of memories and shadow image!

My grandmother wore white gloves too, or dark blue ones, always a hat on Sundays and three inch heels until age 85!

Nice and Easy Antiques said...

I never met my Grandma but I get excited thinking that some day (not yet, please!!!) my Husband and I will have Grandkids!!
Lovely post!

Sylvia K said...

Terrific shadow shot, beautiful words and lovely memories! What a perfect day!

Enjoy your day!

bobbie said...

I do love ferns, and this is a very pretty shadow.

Golden West said...

We're waiting for our hollyhocks to bloom - they're taking their time this year!

The Summer Kitchen Girls said...

Such beautiful memories to go with your lovely shadows today! Every year we find ourselves collecting & doing more and more things that remind us of our Grandmothers.
Karla & Karrie

Rosebud Collection said...

You know, this really was a touching trip to my youth..Beautiful. So many things I remember. Just a wonderful read..
Happy SSS.

Tilda said...

..my grandma was rather eccentric, and as i age i find myself more and more like her. part Indian (native american), she followed old ways, made bootleg whiskey during prohibition, knew all about herbs, taught me how to fish, and wash silverware forks PROPERLY. i learned to swim in her lake with her in the old row boat beside me. we gathered rocks for her rock garden, picked huge black caps (raspberries) for pies and jams, i learned to love rhubarb sauce and other things kids would have hated.
she was like no other grandma! i grew up believing every child had a grandma like her. i was wrong. i was so fortunate to belong to her. i tend her grave (died in 1969)with only live flowers because she told me "if you can't bring me LIVE flowers, don't bring me any at all. so summer means almost daily trips to the cemetery to water her live flower urn. i think of her almost every day, and she would love it that so much of who i am, is because of her. ah, grandma Compton. thanks for the memories granddaughter sweet repose.

PS. barefoot?? it is 65 degrees, i have on long underwear and am about to dig out my grey wool hunting socks. august 1? no, must be november 1....
in fondest. Tilda

Hot Fudge said...

I never had a grandmother like that and I really regret it. However, my mother was the most wonderful grandmother to our children and they are the ones with memories like yours - minus the sensible shoes!

Greyscale Territory said...

I don't have such a memory, (so wish I had) but I loved sharing your nostalgia! Somehow your words brought those old spirits of yesterday alive and smiling! Sensitive beauty here! Even your fern shadows have a sensitive, soft beauty! Sighhhhhhhh

Hope you are enjoying your summer days! Already, we have a few very glimpses of Spring! Each year, those glimpses seem to get earlier and earlier! Very strange!

Happiness always dear Sister!
SUPER HUGS!

storyteller at Small Reflections said...

Beautiful shadows and lovely memories. Unfortunately my grannies died shortly after my birth so I have very few memories of either.
Hugs and blessings,

MeANderi said...

How lovely the sentiments!

I was brought home in an old bakery basket lined with pillows that my grandmother had, with her sitting in the back seat of the car with me. The basket now holds magazines! My Grammie has been gone 11 years, but it seems like yesterday. You brought back sweet sadness touching my heart with your remembrances...

Hey Harriet said...

Beautiful photo and words. I have such fond memories of hanging out with my grandma when I was a child. Grandma's house was the very best place to be and I never wanted my visits to end. Wonderful post Sharon :)

donna baker said...

I just loved that Sharon.

Dr. Rona Michelson said...

Simply beautiful!

Jane said...

Nice poem and shadows, thanks for sharing:)

Artsy Fartsy Junkin Finds said...

Thank you for making me think of my Granny. She left me when I was 6. But I remeber her like she was just here yesterday. Some of the lines in your post fit me and her to a tee. Now I have tears, Tootles, Janna

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

a basket of ferns
sits on back porch, gathering
delicate shadows

My Shadow Shots

annette said...

Hi Sharon, this is one of your best, brings back very fond memories of my Grandma, we were very close :0) Beautiful!! Happy day to you.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love sunlight and shadow playing on ferns...

MyMaracas said...

How well I remember. Although, as a girl in south in the 50's, I wore those white gloves for dressing up too.

Thanks for the daydream! Memories of gran were just what I needed today.

Dianne said...

I love the basket, so natural

your words are stunning

DaviMack said...

Shadows on ferns ... beautiful. Seeing them, I can understand why hunters tuck ferns into their gear as camouflage. Very interesting effect.

Pagan Sphinx said...

A very sweet tribute to your Granny. And a nice photo to compliment it.

Happy SSS!

Jacqui said...

GReat picture and lovely words. My granny always wore a silky scarf round her neck - she would change into her going out one when we went into town thank you. :) Lovely memories.

maryt/theteach said...

My Granny, was so important to me, sweet repose! And yes, she and I both wore white glove. But only she wore the black shoes with the thick heels... :)

trash talk said...

I loved going to downtown Dallas with my grandmother and mother. They not only wore gloves, but hats as well. Shopping was not a chore but a welcome retreat and a life lesson in being a woman. I miss the time when social graces were applauded and manners weren't a relic of the past.
Hollyhock dresses...what a sweet memory that is!
Debbie

M.Kate said...

Very nice, enjoy the beautiful summer :P

floreta said...

the lighting is great!!

Your EG Tour Guide said...

Wonderful poem. My Gramma was the best too! Thanks for your memories, which brought back mine.

Ali said...

I loved being with my grandma too; so much.
Lovely shadow shot and lovely words!