Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student

This is a place for Hope. Sempre e dovunque, pieno di speranza.

Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student

Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student
Location
A Tiny But Beautiful Village, Wisconsin, U.S.A.
Birthday
August 03
Title
Student/Substitute Teacher
Company
I am delightful company!
Bio
Once upon a time this writer was a reporter/photographer and columnist for a large weekly newspaper in New York City, worked at the Center for Publishing at N.Y.U., worked at Kirkus for one crazy semester and eventually was an editor at Scholastic. After two very troubling years on cable television in New York City, this writer was voted off the island once and for all. Today this writer is a full-time student and substitute teacher living in reduced circumstances. She is ever hopeful and even though her stomach may rumble from time to time, she is usually somewhat reasonably well fed. Most importantly this writer is a recovering or former New Yorker, (recovering seems more apt), who is quite happily transplanted in Wisconsin. She blooms where she is planted.

NOVEMBER 7, 2009 10:19AM

We Stood Together in the Vineyards

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We stood together in the vineyards.  I looked up at my Grandpa and smiled.

We walked together there.  He showed me everything.  Taught me everything. 

I still love to garden now.

"One day all of this will belong to you and your sisters," my grandfather said.

My grandfather was only partly right.  My sisters were set for life.

But due to a series of tragic events and tragic timing, my grandfather's dream would never be fulfilled.

On the day after Thanksgiving of my senior year of high school, our hearts broke and my grandfather's dream died too.

 

 

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To my dear mother, our hearts broke that day. It took me so long to find the pieces of mine. They were scattered everywhere. I finally found the last piece. It had gone missing in the most obvious spot. It was there all along. I just didn't see it until now.

With All My Love,

Hope
XOXOXO
Unbreakable, thank you for posting.

On the day after Thanksgiving during my senior year of high school, my mother took her last breath on this earth. She had fought bravely for years. She finally went home that day.

Hope
As always, I sit and smile and continue to write. I am like our friend here UNBREAKABLE.

When I am tested in the fire, I grow stronger still. Thank you. You have just helped to truly LAUNCH MY CAREER.

It is now SET IN STONE. Learn your lesson.

Words are powerful. I teach the kindergarten children that lesson. They are the most brilliant kindergarten students on the planet. They learn their lessons well.

That is only because they have an excellent teacher. If only every child, had the benefit of such an outstanding education.

You can sit and ponder.

I am far too busy CELEBRATING!

Hope
You have a penchant for leaving us wanting more . . . and loving every minute of it.
Owl, thank you for posting. Believe me there is so, so much more.

Stay tuned for the continuing saga. :)

Hope
Looking.
Part time pruner,
who'll don a mantelletta,
(a sleeveless mantel robe)
worn by the feathered bird,
a cardinal, wren warbler, lark,
one perch on a vineyard trellis.
`
O jusy goofin' and remembered:`
a day with friendly Latino migrants,
they showed how to prune in a arbor.
Leaves on Southern exposure get clipped.
The grape was Montrachet. What a great day.
My Granddaughter learned. Adios Senorita.
Miss, a beautiful (bonita) unmarried female.
Great memory.
I reflected on that wonderful day:`Ay, grapes.
this leaves me wanting more, there must be more!
keep us posted!
rated:)
What a lovely vision and a tragic ending! Waiting for more.
A grand post fine and well written. Thank you for this.
Rated.
I am so glad that you found the last missing piece.

I may still be missing a few if you happen to notice any wayward pieces anywhere.
Where is Hope? Anyone know?