Childhood, Trees, Memories

I grew up camping.

This reminded me of what I have in my childhood mind.

Living in the Pacific Northwest, the trees look like this.

Been thinking of my younger days.

I have good memories, mostly.

Some, not so much.

Got a call from someone.

Hadn't talked to them in years.

It was about someone from the past.

Someone that I haven't talked to or seen in years.

Not good news.

Not at all.

I wish I had good memories of them.

I have a few.

I just don't have many.

I went to see them.

They don't talk now.

I talked about them.

How they got this way.

What happened.

It was an odd day.

It's an odd time.

My childhood memories.

I'd rather remember the trees.

Just saying ...

~ JC ~

( A relative is in a coma.

I haven't seen or talked to them in years.

They are my last remaining family.

I felt like I needed to go.

I did but it was very odd.

Talked about them and how things are.

Just odd and weird and just sad.)

Mondays With Meredith Ann

This was a great week !!!

After I sat on the bench for a while,

I went for a stroll.

Nothing like snacking on a few greens.

It helps me grow my multi colored furs.

Which if you haven't already noticed,

I have a lot of.

Today it is rainy.

I am looking out the back window.

In hopes that it will clear up.

Mom doesn't let me go out when it's wet.

Something about clean up on aisle Meredith Ann.

She says it's a joke.

Mom says I can go out later

if it dries up a bit.

Til then, I'll just nap

and dream about what

a wonderful week I had.

~ Meredith Ann ~

Note ~ Mere had a grand time going outside this week.

Weather was just right for her.

Not too hot and not too cold.

This week might be an inside one though.

Lots of drops expected.

That's what those marvelous memories are for after all.

On Friday She Writes

~ ~ ~

I found you the other day.

 Was walking by and there you were.

I picked you up.

Where did the time go ?

We both look so young.

 I remember that day.

We were sitting under the tree.

It was sunny and we were resting in the shade.

Mom came out and took our photo.

 I had my hand over your shoulder.

I can still remember you.

 It's been a while.

My memories are fading.

I don't think about you like I did.

I forget sometimes.

Lately, you have been on my mind.

Maybe that's why I found you again.

 If only in that photo.

~ JC ~

In memory of my dog, Chrissy.

He was my childhood friend.

A mix of a Collie and Shepherd.

What It Was like

They left that day,

Thinking that the new would be grand.

As time went by those grins faded.

Years of struggle and reality made into wrinkles.

Sometimes it is hard to remember

what it was like

to be what we thought

we were and could be.

That day is still in our memories.

That youthful feel forgotten.

Those souls still traveling.

~ JC ~

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Magpie Tales

Old, Used, New

This is a writing promt.

 Everything is true except the mug.

Grandma is from France.

 She did collect things.

 Just not this one.

Garage sales

Walking around

Looking at the old

The used

The new to someone else

As a child, my Mom would

 have me be the one to sit

Waiting for the elusive buyer

Who just had to have that one

Junk to me but whatever

It got me out

 of cleaning something or other

I went to so many of these

Now, I don't go near them

Been there done that

Oh, I know what ya mean

Old .. used ... throw away

That is my motto now

Give it to the Goodwill or recycle

If you haven't used it in a long time

It's time to go

Unless it has lots of memories

Which this pencil holder does

Not to me but to my Grandmother

Who got it while traveling

She loved getting a cup or paperweight

To state the visit she had

This one was from before she came

here via France & Canada

My Grandma

who ends up was a savvy saver

So, no I won't throw this away

but I still think there's too many pencils

Might have to thin those out

a bit ...

~ JC ~

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Where Did It Go ?

Where did it go ?

I called an old friend

She sounded almost the same

The tone of her voice

The memories of a long gone past

It was like yesterday

Only it wasn't

What I recall

Was then

Now is grey

Can one go back ?

I remember this

She talked of that

Together we laughed

I was young

So was she

Older now

Memories fade

I can still see her

I'm young

Is it just my dream

Or, is it in my heart

Where did it go ?

My energy

Her fast talks

We are slower

Quieter

Stiller

Is she still there ?

I think

Time has done us

Together

Again

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Monday Memories

Although it is only Sunday night, I have decided to remember Monday and the memories I have of Summer. I put together a few pictures from my Ocean vacation. Some of the grass, a couple of the sand and of course the Ocean. I added the crane from my little beach place. Just cause I got a close up of it with my new camera which I think is about the coolest thing ever.

Fall is here. It was cold this morning. Fog was coating the hills. By mid morning, the sun was warming me up again but it was that thought of thinking about turning the heat on. Just that thought .. means that Summer is gone. Oh but not forgotten ..

I know that what I did this Summer only exists in my world. The things I saw. The way it made me feel. The smell of the air. The water rolling in. The moment that I ran back and forth collecting shells. Those all belong to me.

I wanted you to see .. what I saw ... what I felt ... for just one more moment.

On this Monday that I think is meant for Memories ...

(Oh and you are welcome .. I did it for you as much as I did it for me )

Younger Days

'Memories, Like the corners of my mind

Misty water-colored memories

Of the way we were'

Do you wonder what happened to your younger days ?

I do .. a lot ... lately.

I was in coma.

Just those words ... who says that ...

I do.

I guess I'm in a special club. Only I haven't met anyone who's in it. I think we walk around pretending it didn't happen. Those of us who were lucky enough .. to recover enough .. to be able to walk and talk enough .. to act normal enough.

I can't explain what my life is like. The recovery is a blur and at the same time, the longest part of my life. I remember it the most. I do better with the present. The past is a sort of memory for me. I remember some things and some I need help with.

Someone asked me what it was like. I told them it was like nothing. Nothing at all. I didn't think. I just was. I didn't feel. I just did. I was a child learning everything. With time, I remembered more and could function almost like a real person. Only I wasn't ... real. I just was.

It's been a while now and I still have memory problems. Not big things ... I know how to walk and talk and drive and think. I just don't think like I used to. I was educated. I knew lots of things. I felt things. Now, I don't feel like I used to. I don't remember like I used to.

It's like I've learned to pretend. Pretend to be me. Me ... can I look that up? I'm learning who that is by myself.

I used to be young.

I remember some of that. Where did those years go ? When did I get old?

Would it have been better not to remember at all ? I sometimes think it would have ... been better. It's been hard ... learning to be me ... the parts of me ... that I remember. And, even those memories are off a bit.

I'm almost the same only I'm not. I never will be.

I am always in search of peace. I think I lost it when I lost myself.

It's silly ... to be searching for things that are lost ... isn't it ?

I look in the mirror and I see an old lady ... I think I wear my wrinkles well even if some of them I can't recall...

Back to my Youth

On my way back from taking my son to school I had a moment.
Not that kind of moment. A 'wow I used to be young' one.

On the radio came the song, Roxanne

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3kG-7I_Y6k

I was back ... just that quick ... to my youth.

Here I was, a 50ish old lady ... rocking out ... in my car ... in the spitty rain ... while those other youths ... listened to what ever it is they listen to now. Just kidding ... I actually like some of the new tunes.

Man, it was great being young and having those memories of when 'it' came out. All of you older youths ... think back to when you heard that song ... that Summer ... that year ...

Now, I have to figure out what happened since then ... cause, I'm old now.

Oh, well through the wrinkles, I'm still that 19 year old girl listening to rock and roll. At least my old age hasn't taken away those memories ... not yet.

Damn life is good isn't it !!!