Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas time. – Laura Ingalls Wilder I wish I had vivid memories of my first Christmas as a permanent resident of the state of Florida after our unexpectedContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972”
Tag Archives: 1972-2022
Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah
“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.” ― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading With Christmas Day of 2022 only 12 days away – and New Year’s Eve 18 days in the future – and my move to Brandon looming on a date that is “TBA”Continue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah”
Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind, but I can tell you that I did not tell her about the pink sweater, or that I had cried myself to sleep three nights in a row before starting school at Tropical Elementary on Monday, November 13, 1972.
School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku # 10
Afternoon’s cold light Songs played in melancholic keys Remind me of you
School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku #9
Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light
School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years Later): Haiku #8
Winter’s coming nears Northern winds bring sad gray skies Tears fall like snowflakes
School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years After): Haiku # 7
Old childhood picture Yellowed, dogeared, still treasured Past heartaches return
School, 1972: Haiku #5
Autumn wind outside In class, young pupils study My gaze locks with yours
School, 1972: Haiku #4
Blue skies and white clouds High above the packed schoolyard Below, sad goodbyes
School, 1972: Haiku #3
Morning sunlight shines Casting shadows of the big trees, Two hands tightly clasped.
A Certain Point of View, Too 