Monday, March 30, 2020

Monday WRites 239


[In today's mosaic an old photo from my garden redone with stickers from Picsart]


While i grew up in Trinidad, schooled, and churched as Roman Catholic. I was born on another Caribbean island, Grenada. In St Georges the capital of the island. When i was growing up, and lived with my parents, the area we lived was considered country. Not so today though. It is now a bustling borough. I live now in an urban area of St James, in the city of Port of Spain, and i like it more that the area in which i grew up as a child.

When i think back to the island where i was born, My choice memory is of my vacations going to stay at my uncle's house and going to the beach in Grand Anse every day of my stay. But i think my fondest, though haziest memory, is of my grandfather, who i didn't have for very long in my live but still is my fondest.

He was an electrician back then and also worked with his hands crafting wire planters and other household items. I remember growing up seeing in my parents home a wire basket where my mother stored newspapers. When i came to my own home, somehow i wanted it. When i finally asked my mother she willingly gave it to me. I have painted and repainted that stand-up basket my times in a different colour. I have used it as planter, magazine holder, and presently it stores potatoes onions and garlic, standing in a choice corner in my kitchen.

these hot dry days -
in a corner of my heart
there stays my grand pa
© gillena cox 2020

Linked back to DEAR GRANDPA

[For Kim's challenge... asked to go back into our archives to search for an autobiographical poem, one of which particularly fond or one that lends itself to the task in hand.
Write a prose background to the chosen poem, giving more details of when and where it happened, who else was involved, the how and the why, including a link to the original poem if you wish, and then sum up the poem in a haiku. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season]

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Hang in there, heed the cautions, be safe, be healthy
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #239: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧



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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#73: Lockdown


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Haibun Mondays
Snapshots of our lives




REVISIT
30 March 2015


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32 comments:

  1. Take care of yourself my friend. I am keeping you in my prayers! Hugs, Diane

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  2. ...hope is the one thing that keeps going, take care Gillena.

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  3. When I travel and when I'm home at the float cabin I write almost daily in my journals. Here in isolation in our city condo I don't have a journal started. It looks like we'll be here for at another month, most likely longer. Maybe I should start a city-folk journal. - Margy

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  4. Good luck with your journalling. Thanks for dropping by Margy

    Much❤love

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  5. Emily s poem is perfect for these trying times. And how beautifully you have presented it here.

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  6. Thanks for your appreciation Sallie

    Much❤love

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  7. I like the depth this adds to the original poem.

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Much❤love

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  9. Your memory and the artifact of your love for your grandpa is a wonderful thing to remember and keep close in your heart. I'm glad you shared this in your poem today <3

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Lili

      Much❤love

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  10. Your poem is the perfect applique atop your prose. Together they weave a beautiful memory.

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  11. Gillena - a cherished memory, and so well expressed. It is wonderful that you have something physical that reminds you of your grandfather. One of my sweetest memories of my maternal grandmother is that she would give us candy corn when we visited her house. Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday! Stay well.

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  12. What a great story! I am glad you were able to stash those wonderful memories of your grandpa in your memory bank. Having one of his pieces is special.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Dwight

      Much ❤ love

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  13. You went all the way back to 2015 for this one, Gillena, so it was a poem I hadn’t read before. I enjoyed the tribute to your grandpa and his magical fingers very much, and I love the background you’ve written. I pictured him crafting those wire items. How wonderful that you still have your parents’ newspaper basket and that it has had so many uses! Your haiku touched my heart.

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  14. The simplest object can hold so many memories. Lovely.

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  15. Thank you for dropping by Kerfe

    Much❤love

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  16. Hey Gillena, sweet storyteller you. Your haiku is love. Big hugs.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Su-sieee

      Much❤love

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  17. Amazing what memories a simple basket can hold... love the story

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Björn

      Much❤love

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  18. Great memories, and I was especially touched by the story of the basket, which carries with it very special memories for you. Well done!

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  19. Thank you for your appreciatio Bev

    Much❤love

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  20. It's very nice to meet you again at
    __ MosaicMonday

    ...thank you for sharing.

    Stay healthy!

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  21. Happy you dropped by Erica

    Much❤love

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