Saturday, October 15, 2011

Half-Remembered

Chris of Enchanted Oak is setting the pot to boil for making jam with a few choice words. Here's my contribution to the kettle:


















Half-Remembered

Round the edges of my mind,
These ghosts:

All those uncles in undershirts
Drinking and laughing,
Then Mama wringing
Laundry out by hand.


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6 comments:

  1. Ha! "uncles in undershirts" - love it!

    I too share similar memories of family get-togethers, the drinking, the laughing and my mom and grandma wringing laundry.

    Nice poem Karen.

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  2. My grandmother had a new-fangled wringer on her back porch - I was always fascinated by it. I'm pretty sure that today's fashions would never survive such a washing!

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  3. Lovely poem and very famous painting. Everything fits.

    Melanie

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  4. Yes, the uncles in undershirts is a great line, very evocative.

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  5. Oh! and the beer! They were swilling beer! What is it between hops and men in stages of undress?

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  6. They were really swilling home brew - "grown" in the dank basement and smelling up the house. And, Bug, we had that wringer washer, too, eventually. That is, after we had a washer. Really. Man, was life different back then.

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