tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post2333860370016000694..comments2024-03-26T09:20:29.620-06:00Comments on TeacherDance: April Poetry Month - Day 9 - Special CharactersLinda Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-16648054385617753542019-04-10T05:47:09.018-06:002019-04-10T05:47:09.018-06:00Thanks, Carol, happy to hear your experience, too....Thanks, Carol, happy to hear your experience, too.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-33154904609515822112019-04-10T04:36:14.626-06:002019-04-10T04:36:14.626-06:00I love this portrait. So specific in details, and ...I love this portrait. So specific in details, and then such a poignant ending. My sisters and I did the visiting neighbors thing too. We used to go next door and visit Gerri and Ken Jewell. I don't remember sitting on her porch, but I do remember her giving us cookies in her kitchen. Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-83799287829402115332019-04-09T14:24:50.131-06:002019-04-09T14:24:50.131-06:00I know what you mean, I visited many relatives, to...I know what you mean, I visited many relatives, too, but in town as a young girl, neighbors were there to welcome me and talk also. We learned from them all, don't you think?Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-80367256136660797412019-04-09T14:23:12.442-06:002019-04-09T14:23:12.442-06:00Thank you, Jane! That Lizzie is locked in my memor...Thank you, Jane! That Lizzie is locked in my memory. I hope somehow she knows!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-47354263198177008962019-04-09T12:53:04.427-06:002019-04-09T12:53:04.427-06:00This final line slays me:
She showed me what I saw...This final line slays me:<br />She showed me what I saw didn’t always<br />show deep-down truth.<br />There were mobs of children in our town, cousins and neighbors galore, so the only older people I ever visited were my grandmothers who told me family history and taught me useful skills, and maybe a bit of truth. Cheriee Weichelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-26721215688065656012019-04-09T11:12:42.005-06:002019-04-09T11:12:42.005-06:00This is touching in so many ways, Linda, and I enj...This is touching in so many ways, Linda, and I enjoy your alliteration Jane Heitman Healyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03584630141388764779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-77500480444056179012019-04-09T10:37:35.129-06:002019-04-09T10:37:35.129-06:00I know that you visited, too, a wonderful and fun ...I know that you visited, too, a wonderful and fun time it was. Thanks!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-8441459412015512012019-04-09T10:36:23.615-06:002019-04-09T10:36:23.615-06:00Yes, I know, Jama. Also, it seems that fear plays ...Yes, I know, Jama. Also, it seems that fear plays a part, too. It makes me sad. Thanks for enjoying my poem about Lizzie.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-65023445699236368882019-04-09T10:19:34.754-06:002019-04-09T10:19:34.754-06:00What a beautiful picture you painted! SO sorry fo...What a beautiful picture you painted! SO sorry for today's children not to get to have these experiences. . Thank you for this sweet memory.MidwayMOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15144718297614293484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-18772763381267179692019-04-09T08:52:26.448-06:002019-04-09T08:52:26.448-06:00What a vivid, poignant picture of Lizzie. The prac...What a vivid, poignant picture of Lizzie. The practice of visiting neighbors seems like a lost art these days, with everyone inside on their devices.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.com