remember this, remember that

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She was fierce. A red doberman. When they were like pitties today.

It was a house trailer. We slept in the hallway on windy nights.

In case it got blown over. SMACK. I won’t forget that.

The naugahyde couch. Sticky and buckskin. Stitched fence and saddle.

The coffee table with chewed corners. From the dog. As a pup.

Candy dishes often empty, sometimes full. Always glass.

Velvet paintings of horses, I wondered about the missing leg for years.

Realized later it was right behind another one. Not missing at all.

Brown carpet, ‘hair cut’ in a corner by my little brother.

Blanket tents and pop tarts. Saturday morning cartoons.

Making cereal on our own while the grown ups slept in.

Wooden chairs. Stacked magazines. Party line phone.

No trees. Not that bald prairie yard. Just grass and wind.

Wind. Oh wind until your brain unraveled. Wind.

And races down the hallway until someone,

someone grown up said STOP. Shouted STOP.

And we did, giggling until tears rolled down.

Dressing up the dog and teddy bears. Patience was

her virtue. As was pancake catching. And protecting.

We argued there, as only close in age siblings can.

We played. We tried to figure out the Star Trek posters.

Scared of the Klingons we hid around corners

when THEY came on the TV.

Snuck up on Santa there too, caught Daddy drinking

Santa’s beer on Christmas Eve. Uh oh.

Looking at an old photo has me remembering.

Remembering this, and remembering that.

For dVerse Poets with Victoria at the bar. Going back in time to remember. Β 

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31 Comments

  1. Tino said,

    February 7, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    So many memories, some good, some not so good. Your home blowing over, thats like something right out of the 3 little pigs πŸ˜‰ That must have been scary if/when it happened.

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:10 am

      Tino – it was always a worry but although it shook many a night it never tipped over. Thankfully! So glad you stopped by. Love that you enjoyed the poem.

  2. February 7, 2013 at 10:31 pm

    Wow – I am right there with you snooping around your memory! Great post!

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:10 am

      I thought I saw you there πŸ˜‰ Glad you enjoyed the trip.

  3. brian miller said,

    February 7, 2013 at 11:03 pm

    nice…blanket tents and pop tarts…def brings back the memories…and the sleeping in the hall….at that age its a fun adventure you know….the dog pancake catching as well…big smiles…you took us on quite the journey through your memories….

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:11 am

      Thanks for coming along for the ride Brian. It was fun to go there again.

  4. Doug French said,

    February 7, 2013 at 11:25 pm

    Beautiful Shanyn. . .At the end of it all, what you have portrayed is all we have – memories and such fine memories they are. Thanks for jogging my memory. Love, Dad

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:11 am

      Thanks Dad. Love that you came by, love that you enjoyed the poem, and the memories.

  5. Mary said,

    February 7, 2013 at 11:52 pm

    Shanyn, I just loved your remembering this, remembering that. Ah, we had a party line phone too. Who would tolerate something like that nowadays? Yup, we dressed up my childhood dog too. He didn’t like it. LOL. And yes, those blanket tents — such fun. Loved your poem and your picture.

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:12 am

      Mary – thank you so much for going on this little journey with me. Such fun to relive those memories! Party line phones – the ring thing always confused me. ha ha our dog tolerated the dressing up, but only because she got dressed up for a party with treats! πŸ™‚

  6. February 7, 2013 at 11:55 pm

    Lovely memories…blanket tents were such fun… thanks for the journey, takes me back to my own. Very nice!

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:13 am

      Blanket tents rock! Glad you came with me. And that you enjoyed the trip.

  7. Jacki French said,

    February 8, 2013 at 12:47 am

    Thanks for the tribute to Whiskey. She was a wonderful dog. I’ll never forget her.
    Love,
    Mom

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 2:13 am

      Thanks Mom for coming by. She was a grand dog.

  8. Grace said,

    February 8, 2013 at 2:13 am

    I so enjoyed a look back on your childhood ~ Very nice personal share as the details made me recall my growing years too ~

  9. February 8, 2013 at 4:17 am

    So many details that I can relate to…I’d almost forgotten about party lines! I bet a lot of people don’t even know about them anymore! And Whiskey…what a fun name.

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:32 pm

      I know! They don’t know rotary dial, they don’t know heavy phones and no party line. How sad 😦 So glad you enjoyed the poem. Whiskey was a neat dog.

  10. claudia said,

    February 8, 2013 at 5:02 am

    nice..that missing leg brought back some own memories..so funny how children see the world with their eyes and have their own interpretation of it..love all the details…pancake catching..nice..

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:33 pm

      Those paintings bothered me for years and years – so perfect looking except I was sure a leg was missing! Ugh. Thanks for coming over, glad you enjoyed the poem.

  11. zongrik said,

    February 8, 2013 at 5:04 am

    scared of the Klingons. that’s a great memory? you still scared of them?

    for the thousandth time

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:33 pm

      Not so much anymore, other things scare me but back then THEY were the scary thing! Thanks for coming over.

  12. February 8, 2013 at 8:02 am

    So many memories you shared…love them. The party line phone…I got caught by my mom listening in to a conversation….lol

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:34 pm

      Getting caught listening when it wasn’t your ring was so bad, wasn’t it? LOL Thanks for coming over Susie. Love it when you are here.

  13. Tony said,

    February 8, 2013 at 8:39 am

    So many happy memories here. I seem to recall that Santa like gin and tonic when he came to our house πŸ™‚

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:35 pm

      Your Santa was a G&T man eh? That is so interesting! Glad you came by and enjoyed the visit.

  14. lucychili said,

    February 8, 2013 at 12:04 pm

    really vivid, it is like you are there today and telling us

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:35 pm

      Some things I can remember so well, and photos often are the thing to take me back. Glad for this prompt and so happy you came for the ride.

  15. tigerbrite said,

    February 8, 2013 at 3:49 pm

    Loved this. Loved star trek too. My childhood fear was of quatermass and the pit…. back further πŸ™‚

    • shanyns said,

      February 8, 2013 at 7:35 pm

      Oh yes that would have been scary! Yikes. Glad it was just Klingons. ha ha Thanks for coming over.

  16. Sabio Lantz said,

    February 8, 2013 at 9:30 pm

    Packed full of memories – a montage


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