- New Jersey, U.S.A.
- December 13
- Poet, Writer, Artist
MY RECENT POSTS
- TAKE THE TRAIN NOT THE PLANE
February 10, 2014 04:37PM
- PETE SEEGER, THE BEST KIND OF
January 28, 2014 01:53PM
- AN AMAYRILLIS RISES OUT OF THE
January 08, 2014 04:47PM
- NATALIE WOOD IN SPLENDOR IN
January 04, 2014 05:54PM
- AMY WINEHOUSE, R.I.P.
November 16, 2013 11:51AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Of this crop I'm
interested in Noah, The Grand
- “In the past they've
given a little longer montage
truly great. I
March 04, 2014 10:11AM
- “I found this very
moving. You have reduced your
life to its
March 03, 2014 11:02AM
- “That explains something.
A friend read my latest post,
February 26, 2014 11:10AM
- “These bigwigs need to
realize planet earth is their
February 26, 2014 11:05AM
Pam Malone's Links
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I have had it with flying, as those of you who read my blog, "Driving Across America," know. We actually jumped ship, that is plane, two years ago, and drove cross country. Why? Because of the indignities of air travel which have reached critical mass.
So I said I… Read full post »
Pete Seeger was a real kind of patriot. He cared about America in the way Woodie Guthrie cared about America. Which is to say, this land is your land, this land is my land. It is our country, and Pete, through song and a smile, stood for all that… Read full post »
Yes, it's freezing out. But out of this winter vortex an amaryllis has risen. My dear friend and college roommate, Cynthia, sends me one every year. There she is in sunny California with a perpetual garden that would awe any botanist. And once a year she sends me an… Read full post »
The movie, "Splendor in the Grass" radiates the very essence of Wordsworth's poem. "What through the radiance/ which was so bright/Be now for ever taken from my sight/Though nothing can bring back the hour/of splendour in the grass."
Natalie Wood, as Deanie, ex… Read full post »
What a tragedy. An old soul who died too young, just twenty-seven. Her voice like warm whisky flowing from her throat. Noone could sing from the depth of the soul, in such a tortured way like that, except for two who preceded her, Billy Holiday and Edith Piaf… Read full post »
Joe leads the way. We've been walking on this railroad track in our NJ town for 40 years now. There used to be a real train from New York City that stopped in our town. When we moved in, the lady next door, who was pushing 100, told me,… Read full post »
I recently saw "Butterfield 8" on the classic movie channel. Elizabeth Taylor is marvelous in it. At the time she won the Oscar for her performance in the movie, she said she thought it was a sympathy vote, because she had been ill from pneumonia.&n… Read full post »
WHAT WOULD GRAMPA THINK
by, Pam Malone
What would Gramp think of my garden
Would he admire the giant sunflowers
or scoff at the weeds
Grampa's garden was perfectly groomed
I don't remember weeds
Would he congratulate me on the giant purple dahli… Read full post »
I am of two minds about Joan Crawford. When I was a young impressionable girl, I watched old Joan Crawford movies on TV. In those days, mid to late fifties, early sixties, you could see old movies all the time on TV, you didn't have to pay for it.&n… Read full post »
I love my dolls. Lately I've been painting them. I have had my Tony doll since I was 10.
She was actually connected to Tony home permanents. My mother tried to turn me into Shirley Temple, but forget about it. I had very fine, stick straight hair. Th… Read full post »
I have a special relationship with art. My father was an artist. I grew up learning about art every day, the same way the child of a fisherman learns to fish. I loved art, went to exhibitions since I was knee high. Loved Picasso and O'Keefe. But though I've… Read full post »
My garden means everything to me. It inspires my art, photography and poetry. But more than that, it is a place of solace. It has always been so. How I remember as a little girl in Los Angeles, looking up at the fuchsias over my head, communing with butterflies and… Read full post »
First there is your real mother. Is she beautiful? Is she kind? Does she care about you at all? No mother is perfect, they are all flawed. Yet we want much. We want everything. I am currently reading, SHOCKED MY MOTHER, SCHIAPARELLI, AND ME, by Patricia Volk.… Read full post »
TULIPS WILL COME
by, Pam Malone (THAT HEAVEN ONCE WAS MY HELL, Linear Arts Press, 2000)
Tulips will come
up through the snow
Blood of hope
shed for pain
lifting now through the snow
will open again
to sun and joy
Tulips will come
I went to the shoe store looking for new grey boots. I was greeted by someone whose energy almost knocked me over. He was so HAPPY.
"Hi, and how are you today? Isn't it a wonderful day, and especially now that I am seeing you here." All said in a… Read full post »
I am Downton Abbey, Upstairs and Down. This occurred to me when I was bringing my tea upstairs on a tray that I had prepared very carefully with my favorite teacup and teapot.
Perhaps this is part of the appeal of the show to Americans. We cook our own… Read full post »
Pay no attention to the date, it's all about what you see and feel when you step outside. Today in NJ it is 50 degrees. I stepped outside and the sun was shining. I set out to see if anything was shooting up from the ground. I saw the tiny… Read full post »
Do not be afraid of the snow. It's getting so every time we have a snowstorm they try to scare us. We all have P.T.S.D. after Sandy. But for heaven's sake, a little snow, even a lot of snow, is normal. It is Winter after all.
And let's not lose… Read full post »
Princess Di was truly a princess in a fairy tale. She was like Cinderella. She was nobly born (of bluer blood than the royal family), and yet she never had a sense of superiority. She could relate to the average person and had a heart big… Read full post »
The snow sparkled
under the full moon
the night she disappeared
as we walked in the moonlight
happy with wine on our anniversary
She crossed the bridge
and lost her life
Her body submerged in the Canal
where we walked, hand in hand
Mr. Peepers, a most friendly cat,
died… Read full post »
It turns out all those people who said they left OS were secretly here all the time. Things are never what they seem. Who among us is pure in intent? I came back out of curiosity, and found things going full force.
But I'm not bi-coastal. I have to make a… Read full post »
You have to know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. Getting tired of seeing ERRORS every time I try to come on here. Getting tired of seeing the same cover for a month. The election's over. Those blogs are getting cold. Rigor mortis is setting in.
To all… Read full post »
Sandy's fury reeked havoc all over New Jersey. My son, Joe Malone, still doesn't have power. While the winds were howling, he intrepidly went out to assess the damage. These photos are witness to what he found. All photos are by Joe Malone.
The tree is… Read full post »
Weary of it all! And we are the lucky ones. No harm to our house or property. But no power, or hot water. We were toughing it out as long as we could. Boiling water in spaghetti pots for baths, cooking by flashlight. But one can… Read full post »
My childhood dog's name was Sandy. He was beautiful with silky yellow white fur and a perfect dome for a head. Always friendly and sweet, though a bit of a curmudgeon in old age. He lived to 21. I don't like them naming this Frankenstorm after my dog.
Right now it… Read full post »