Blue cotton work clothes
Black garrison belt around his waist.
Hands stained with oil and grease.
Always at work
McGrottey Chevrolet in the day
Backyard garage into the night.
Saturday morning up early
Donuts, bagels in a sack
Daily news read from front to back.
Friends that use him
Past that haunts
Present unappreciated.
Host to cousins, uncles and aunts
Feasts provided year in and year out
Hospitable to all at the door.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
September 5, 2013 High Holy Days
Today marks the first of the two days of Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, soon it will be Yom Kippur, the day of atonement. These are the High Holy Days.
In my youth, school started the day after Labor Day, soon the High Holy Days would commence. Our Jewish schoolmates and teachers would get off from school. Since they made up almost half of the school population we would have "bring a board game to school days" just to occupy our time. As a result I always thought that the beginning of the school year was a fun time.
We lived in a more "religiously tolerant" time. Those were the days of religious respect, not religious opposition. Any way happy New Year!
In my youth, school started the day after Labor Day, soon the High Holy Days would commence. Our Jewish schoolmates and teachers would get off from school. Since they made up almost half of the school population we would have "bring a board game to school days" just to occupy our time. As a result I always thought that the beginning of the school year was a fun time.
We lived in a more "religiously tolerant" time. Those were the days of religious respect, not religious opposition. Any way happy New Year!
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September 1, 2013 Passing Pets
This was a bad week. My son's dog succumbed to, as a yet unknown, toxin. My aching heart has been remembering other pets. My first dogs were the Old English Sheepdogs Ginseng and Rosehips.
Ginseng, I lost in a divorce. Rosehips accompanied me to Belgium. We were staying with a friend who lived on a country road. While working Rosehips got out of the house and was run over by a tractor. I buried her on a farm in Belgium.
After the boys were born we got Corie, a Chocolate Lab, who came with us from Pennsylvania to Alabama. Corie was with us for 14 years until she came down with a sarcoma. We kept her comfortable for six months but finally we had to give her up.
Now we lost Caesar, my son John's Bernese Mountain Dog.
Dogs are great friends but when they leave us with our hearts broken and tears in our eyes.
To Rosehips, Corie and Caesar you are always in my memory.
Ginseng, I lost in a divorce. Rosehips accompanied me to Belgium. We were staying with a friend who lived on a country road. While working Rosehips got out of the house and was run over by a tractor. I buried her on a farm in Belgium.
After the boys were born we got Corie, a Chocolate Lab, who came with us from Pennsylvania to Alabama. Corie was with us for 14 years until she came down with a sarcoma. We kept her comfortable for six months but finally we had to give her up.
Now we lost Caesar, my son John's Bernese Mountain Dog.
Dogs are great friends but when they leave us with our hearts broken and tears in our eyes.
To Rosehips, Corie and Caesar you are always in my memory.
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