Notes from the Ridge
On the evening of November 9 2019, my husband and I attended our local Gold Star Dinner honoring Gold Star Families.
July, 20, 1969. Where was I? I was at my house on 7 Constitution drive, in Cold Spring NY. It was my mother’s birthday weekend-her birthday on July 19th and her brother’s birthday on July 21st. My mother was thrilled beyond words that the… Continue Reading “Where were you when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon?”
A most wonderful and nostalgic find in my recipe box a few afternoons ago; I decided to post it today and you will see why. 62 years ago today in 1957, my grandmother-whom we always called Nana-wrote down a recipe for Easy Chocolate Frosting… Continue Reading “My Nostalgic Find”
This poem is based upon a true event. Shortly after my grandfather passed away in August 1974, I found a battered worn down quilt in the corner of my grandparents’ living room. I had not seen it before in all my childhood years visiting… Continue Reading “A Quilt Whispers”
“There is more to life than increasing its speed” -Ghandi It has been a busy and exhausting couple of months. Losing a family member suddenly and without warning brings life to a sudden stop. Everyday tasks, schedules, work responsibilities and other commitments come… Continue Reading “Enjoying Christmas…for a few days more”
Sunrise burns through the early mist,
warming me like a quilt forever shared,
This poem needs no explanation. It was written almost twenty years ago and has not seen the light of day as it has been kept in my files all this time. It is a relevant one I feel…just as it was when it was… Continue Reading “Broken Crayons”
This poem first appeared in Journey On : Beauty and Grit Along the Way published in 2012. It has since undergone revision and will appear in the upcoming poetry collection titled Winter’s Call. I Won’t Leave You You and I have many dusty… Continue Reading “I Won’t Leave You”
The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered… Continue Reading “The Workbench”
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