tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post5089572758629472710..comments2024-03-26T09:20:29.620-06:00Comments on TeacherDance: Summer SensesLinda Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-86870411522477560552018-06-09T19:49:15.989-06:002018-06-09T19:49:15.989-06:00Thanks, Myra and Donna. Somehow I missed these bec...Thanks, Myra and Donna. Somehow I missed these because we no longer get notified about comments. I appreciate that you enjoyed the poem. Yes, the elms were a sad loss, I agree, Donna.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-83686819480622120432018-06-04T12:53:47.250-06:002018-06-04T12:53:47.250-06:00The elm caught me - remembering back to hot aftern...The elm caught me - remembering back to hot afternoons of picnics in the backyard sitting under the elm, next to the two old apple trees. Hardly an elm survived. But what a grand tree! Wonderful memories with just the right words to wrap it.Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-78457605065559170402018-06-04T01:19:19.875-06:002018-06-04T01:19:19.875-06:00I love how the poem comes full circle in the end, ...I love how the poem comes full circle in the end, the imagery, the taste of Pepsi, the sense of comfort - all fully embodied in this poem with a scent of nostalgia. Thanks for sharing this, dear Linda. - Myra (GatheringBooks)Myra (GatheringBooks)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09850519385209470772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-75317466773136165232018-06-02T19:08:28.805-06:002018-06-02T19:08:28.805-06:00Thanks, Kay. Each of those three are discrete memo...Thanks, Kay. Each of those three are discrete memories. Maybe I need another couple of poems? Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-27378406950790784032018-06-02T15:33:13.336-06:002018-06-02T15:33:13.336-06:00Such lovely memories you've spun into a gorgeo...Such lovely memories you've spun into a gorgeous poem from just a sip of Pepsi. That ending is simply beautiful--I love that the fed you biscuits and stars and Pepsi. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-86453206863815641592018-06-02T09:23:30.670-06:002018-06-02T09:23:30.670-06:00Thanks, Robyn. This was special to write. I love h...Thanks, Robyn. This was special to write. I love hearing your memory, too, those dusty roads! You made me smile about that big cooler. I remember those well. When I took my students to Mexico, they saw them, most for the first time. And had to learn how to use the bottle cap remover on the corner! Much fun!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-63995345082355834512018-06-02T08:06:47.297-06:002018-06-02T08:06:47.297-06:00They fed you stars. What a gorgeous poem, Linda -...They fed you stars. What a gorgeous poem, Linda - your writing is just sparkling these days. This took me right back to my grandmother's house down a dusty road in Arkansas - summer visits where we'd walk to the little store to fetch something cold from the big, white, rounded cooler in the back. Pretty sure there was a Dr. Pepper sign hanging up somewhere, though I've never been a fan - but other kinds of colas, yes!Robyn Hood Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07279289715664168026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-82595449771178318142018-06-02T07:48:24.448-06:002018-06-02T07:48:24.448-06:00Thanks, Brenda! I agree!Thanks, Brenda! I agree!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-86757025015198687522018-06-02T07:17:41.832-06:002018-06-02T07:17:41.832-06:00A lovely memory, so peaceful and sweet. The magic ...A lovely memory, so peaceful and sweet. The magic is in the details.Brenda at FriendlyFairyTaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13368709489341876324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-43608719608588473202018-06-02T06:37:06.145-06:002018-06-02T06:37:06.145-06:00Thanks, Michelle. I was close to my maternal grand...Thanks, Michelle. I was close to my maternal grandparents, too, and these summer weeks were special. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-56864145849944777362018-06-02T06:35:57.150-06:002018-06-02T06:35:57.150-06:00Thanks, Ramona. As I grew older, they did talk abo...Thanks, Ramona. As I grew older, they did talk about my father more, and that was nice. Now I wish I could go back and ask more!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-9286274459553428802018-06-02T05:25:24.304-06:002018-06-02T05:25:24.304-06:00Such special memories. Makes me wish I had a close...Such special memories. Makes me wish I had a close relationship with my grandparents. I love "The afternoon pauses,/waits for the evening cool." That's exactly the feeling your poem gives me. And that last stanza... ahhh.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-22292335576101843482018-06-01T21:43:19.606-06:002018-06-01T21:43:19.606-06:00Oh, Linda, how I love that last sentence!
And feed...Oh, Linda, how I love that last sentence!<br />And feed me biscuits<br />and stars<br /> and Pepsi."<br />I love how it was such a serene place for you. How they must have loved you and yearned that their son could have watched you grow up.!Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15929914252480696798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-69042476960966570072018-06-01T21:07:37.023-06:002018-06-01T21:07:37.023-06:00Love it, makes me smile! Thanks, Diane!Love it, makes me smile! Thanks, Diane!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-41501830759136399012018-06-01T17:01:58.994-06:002018-06-01T17:01:58.994-06:00You made me verklempt, Linda. I remember opening ...You made me verklempt, Linda. I remember opening a bottle of ice cold Coke and hearing the fizz and living the effervescence.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-63767779286451065732018-06-01T13:45:39.148-06:002018-06-01T13:45:39.148-06:00Thanks, Carmela, those senses connect always, don&...Thanks, Carmela, those senses connect always, don't they? I was glad to read your post today, all those connections! Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-6259194005441072572018-06-01T13:44:37.724-06:002018-06-01T13:44:37.724-06:00I'm not sure about Tab, maybe? I'm glad yo...I'm not sure about Tab, maybe? I'm glad you know what I mean about taste. The memory doesn't fade. Thanks, Margaret.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-3638635136382998412018-06-01T13:29:58.593-06:002018-06-01T13:29:58.593-06:00This poem paints such a marvelous multi-sensory pi...This poem paints such a marvelous multi-sensory picture, Linda, from the taste of the Pepsi and touch of the icy glass to the smell of the newsprint, etc. Thanks for sharing it with us, and for stopping by at our TeachingAuthors blog today, too. Happy June to you, too! Carmela Martinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15543808551988338496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-76031487711818841722018-06-01T12:20:42.067-06:002018-06-01T12:20:42.067-06:00My grandmother drank Tab. The taste and the fizz ...My grandmother drank Tab. The taste and the fizz in my nose remind me of her. Do they even make Tab anymore? Thanks for the memory. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-31516933160003840162018-06-01T10:14:45.227-06:002018-06-01T10:14:45.227-06:00I grew up thinking Pepsi was a rural thing. Don...I grew up thinking Pepsi was a rural thing. Don't know if it's true, but remains a memory for me. My aunt, a farm wife, drank it, too. Thanks, Bridget.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-83477487870585852412018-06-01T10:13:44.160-06:002018-06-01T10:13:44.160-06:00Thank you, Jama. They had a huge home and that spa...Thank you, Jama. They had a huge home and that spare bedroom upstairs was like a big closet & filled with magazines like the Post and one comfy sofa! Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-5402844250936678272018-06-01T10:12:29.956-06:002018-06-01T10:12:29.956-06:00Yes, it works and it is a wonderful thing, JoAnn. ...Yes, it works and it is a wonderful thing, JoAnn. I have lilies of the valley, too, but no real memories except now I know that my daughter loves them, so that's a new one. Thanks!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-4718048205288171972018-06-01T09:31:18.573-06:002018-06-01T09:31:18.573-06:00*goosebumps* Your poem makes me feel like I was un...*goosebumps* Your poem makes me feel like I was under the elm sipping with you, Linda. (I drank Pepsi as a child, too. =)Bridget Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185985167366724404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-1447023222507717182018-06-01T09:14:15.683-06:002018-06-01T09:14:15.683-06:00What a lovely poem, Linda -- you've captured t...What a lovely poem, Linda -- you've captured the memories of your summer childhood so beautifully. I love that feeling of safety and all is right with the world you expressed so well being in your grandparents'home (how wonderful to have a spare room of stories).jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-69481576677672044482018-06-01T08:44:18.434-06:002018-06-01T08:44:18.434-06:00Isn't it funny what tastes and sounds can brin...Isn't it funny what tastes and sounds can bring back? The smell of lilies of the valley always makes me think of my grandmother, who grew them in her yard. Thanks for the reminder!JoAnn Early Mackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09823683173219671001noreply@blogger.com