A poem written by my M0ther at 15, daughter of Colonel Hulett,  both Pearl Harbor attack survivors. This is the origional, I apologize for the print.

This was written after her immediate evacuation to the US.

My Mom.

Colonel Hulett, my… Read full post »

  You say why and the people laugh

Wanting the whole, but settling for half,

Moving about with expressionless face

Yet hoping for some redeeming grace.

Caught up in the conformity of existing

Taking small chances, but never living

Constantly drunk with delusional dreams

Always anticipating… Read full post »

Dad

 

 

My Father called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to Hawaii with him in 2004. Fourteen days  with Dad, all expenses paid ? Well, sure why not?  This is just on/… Read full post »

I lay here

With one hand under my head

The other, reaching for you

Just outside my reach.

There you are..marble eyes

Framed in tall grasses, stretched

Back legs nearly straight.

I wonder, as I look deep into

Those piercing dark ovals,

Set on jeweled seagreen back,

What could… Read full post »

March 17, 1982 my husband Steve gave me a book of poems called Poems that touch the heart. He never has had any interest in poetry. His interests lie in black holes, science of any type, and garage woodworking. So I thought it very sweet that he got me a present… Read full post »

 I sat at a table at Joe's Garage one day

A quaint little restaurant out of the way

St Mary's Basilica the rooftop view

The afternoon warm and the clouds so blue.

The two walked in sitting across from me

A pimp and his lady was easy to see

His… Read full post »

This was written from memories of living in a farming community as a teen and when I was in college. My Father was assigned to three country churches in South Dakota.

  THEN 

 From evening's end, cold, crisp and wet of dew

To midday's blistering sun in m… Read full post »

Ashley and cousin Shelby

Wrote this several years ago.We were saying good-bye to my granddaughters that we only see a few weeks in the summer, when they visit Mark, their Dad and my oldest son. It is always heart wrenching. Ashley was oldest  at the… Read full post »

I happened upon a book at the library, All this Hell. It was about Navy and Army nurses who served in the time of Pearl Harbor. My Mother was fifteen and a survivor of that attack, so I was interested in the aftermath and what these women went through.… Read full post »

   I may be getting to an age where I over-evaluate.  Seems I can’t do anything these days without weighing ‘why’ am I doing it. As I look through all my past, much younger years, I see a relatively unstable little  girl looking/… Read full post »

Past and present  art  stuff by me..

2009-Shelby and me

Jello Kisses

She liked giving me wet, sticky, red kisses.

Doubt I've ever been kissed like that before.

Slippery, cherry-flavored and chunky, sometimes.

Jello kisses..

Not smiling, as she locked eyes with me,

Such seriousness and obvious in… Read full post »

Is it an innate desire to strive to do good?

To right the wrong and do what we should?

From birth God provides a slate so clean,

Gives us his shoulder on which to lean,

And shields us against those earthly temptations,… Read full post »

Ever since I was a little girl I was fascinated with trees, any kind. My earliest recollection is a huge, fat, gnarly tree by our house, when I lived up country in Africa. Loved to sit and eat its fruit, grapefruit. There were so many… Read full post »

  My Dad

My family had just traveled  five hundred miles through mud, swollen, swampy streams and dangerous terrain to Kabala,  home of the boarding school my brother and I attended. Our Landrover jeep had been pushed through much of this by natives… Read full post »

Overseas, preaching, building schools and churches along side my Dad, is not all my Mom did. We were living in the Dakotas when Mom decided to go back to college and become a real teacher. I say 'real' teacher, because overseas she home schooled my brother and… Read full post »

>Clouds<

The luminous alabaster-like veil,

Descends as an ever changing backdrop

Of all things picturesque.

Whether landscapes

Or seascapes

Like cotton being… Read full post »

Once again climbing that broken stairway,

Missing the step with the spongy wood feel,

Gaze drops to broken colored glass below.

Balance gone, with spirits and fog on his mind.

Thought he was home, but far from right.

Down,  free-falling,… Read full post »

2011

Sitting in front of lettuce planting area

April 2012

My nursery of Fescue and Sedum

Dead mess of the garden.

Center left, blackberry vines.

My spinach, Bibb lettuce, Mesclun & Mustard greens 

Snow peas

 … Read full post »

  I am starting to get my outdoor garden in order, and trust me when I say it is a mess. I have an indoor garden of flowers and herbs getting ready to go out to my little greenhouse.( That is another post.)

I have noticed so many interesting designs,… Read full post »

Dad & us in Africa 

My Father was never at loss for words, he had an opinion about everything and wasn't shy about… Read full post »

  After returning from Africa, my Father was assigned to  three country churches in South Dakota. This is where I spent my teen and college years. This is a recollection of one of our yearly Easter Sunrise celebrations.

    Old-fash… Read full post »

Wonder why it annoyed me so that particular day

It usually doesn't.

But somehow enduring that feel,

I'm left to recoil with shame, in disdain's way.

Always so open...… Read full post »