Cold Colorado Stream My funniest recollection of a stream was while our family was camping in the mountains of Colorado at a fairly high elevation. We were with another family and having so much fun. My brother Tommy and I wandered off and crossed the stream. Eventually decided we needed to get back to the …
Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago. Jean and my mother worked things out well in the kitchen. I loved being in the …
Weather How’s the weather? Icy cold Or spicy Hot? What’s the matter With the weather? No matter, mad hatter. Who’s the latter? Is the hatter late? Because of the Rain in Spain? Or the snow in Argentina Or the fog In London? Is it the Ice In Greenland Or a sandstorm In the Sahara? Weathervane.
Flight Variations On the flight of an angel. How high do they fly? Birds fly into the sky. Plates fly in Greek Tavernas. Flight of the Bumble Bee. Is pie in the sky a flight? Butterflies fly over Iguassu Falls.
Sumi Bird ©2013 by Janet Brugos Dreams Day dreams are goals. Night dreams are conflict resolutions. I have used both To enjoy some magnificent adventures. starting with My trip to Europe with my Girl Scout Troop at age sixteen. I worked to earn the money for it. Which was a life lesson gift. My love …
Relatively Speaking My uncle, Gof, lived with my family in Chicago for a couple of years. He was tall, fit and walked with a hop to his step. I was glad he lived with us. He was not one of those adults who asked kids, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” …
Just after World War II my parents purchased a large home on Kimbark Avenue on the South Side of Chicago. Our family was in transition as my Mother, my brother and I had lived with grandparents in Pennsylvania while was my Father was in the Army overseas. The house at 4823 Kimbark Avenue stands to …
Hands Off Hands up. Hands down. Hand it over. Hand it off, Hand it down. Blood On my hands. It is O u t O f m y h a n d s. by Janet Brugos Oakland, CA November 16, 2014
Navimag Ferry In 2005, I decided to take a trip to South America. I could avoid a cold Colorado winter. It was more economical to travel than to paying the heating costs for an old house and a lot more fun. Highlight of the trip was taking the Navigmag Ferry and viewing glaciers close up …
Whirling Words Why are words whirling Around in my head? Whistling, wondering, whining. A good word, a soft word, a sweet word. Word’s out. No word. Harsh word. Where o where have my little words gone? Out of mind, out of sight, Out there. Somewhere. Words become sentences. A sentence is a time in a …