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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY

Words for Wednesday  (about) are provided by ME (Granny Annie) for January, 2017.  Add your story or poem to the comment section and I will post it on this main page.  You might also add to your own blog but let me know so I may post it here as well. If you read writings posted by others, be sure and comment on what you like.

Words for this week, January 11, 2017 are:

News, countries, follow, stream, snuff, hair
and/or
mushroom, print, roll, dust, warm, family
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Lee said...
And no one is confused now! Here we are, and here I am! :) (I made a typo, hence the deletion).

"When I was a child growing up we went to the “pictures”. They were never called “movies” in my day. Now I not only have grey HAIR like my grandmother had, but I’m also beginning to sound like her!

To FOLLOW in her footsteps is a good thing. She was a wise, calm lady; WARM of spirit and one who cared dearly for her FAMILY.

In those days of yore the only NEWS we saw from foreign COUNTRIES was through the news reels at the Saturday afternoon matinees. The newspapers, tied up in a ROLL were tossed over our front fence each morning, but I was never too interested in reading the news in PRINT. I preferred the cartoons and any information written about my favourite Hollywood stars.

After the spring rains arrived to lay the DUST, Nana would take my brother and me across to the paddocks on the banks of the Mary River, and along an adjoining STREAM to collect fresh MUSHROOMs. There’s nothing quite like field mushrooms grown naturally. As I write about them I can taste their rich flavour.

Like loyal little soldiers Graham and I would FOLLOW our grandmother as we filled our buckets; not a MUSHROOM escaped our eagle eyes!

Often, on warm summer night we’d sit out in our front yard with only the gentle light from the stars, moon and candles to guide us as we’d play games...just silly family games, unique to us.

We learned from an early age to be careful; to always SNUFF out the candles before we went back upstairs, and then to bed."

14 comments:

  1. And no one is confused now! Here we are, and here I am! :) (I made a typo, hence the deletion).

    "When I was a child growing up we went to the “pictures”. They were never called “movies” in my day. Now I not only have grey HAIR like my grandmother had, but I’m also beginning to sound like her!

    To FOLLOW in her footsteps is a good thing. She was a wise, calm lady; WARM of spirit and one who cared dearly for her FAMILY.

    In those days of yore the only NEWS we saw from foreign COUNTRIES was through the news reels at the Saturday afternoon matinees. The newspapers, tied up in a ROLL were tossed over our front fence each morning, but I was never too interested in reading the news in PRINT. I preferred the cartoons and any information written about my favourite Hollywood stars.

    After the spring rains arrived to lay the DUST, Nana would take my brother and me across to the paddocks on the banks of the Mary River, and along an adjoining STREAM to collect fresh MUSHROOMs. There’s nothing quite like field mushrooms grown naturally. As I write about them I can taste their rich flavour.

    Like loyal little soldiers Graham and I would FOLLOW our grandmother as we filled our buckets; not a MUSHROOM escaped our eagle eyes!

    Often, on warm summer night we’d sit out in our front yard with only the gentle light from the stars, moon and candles to guide us as we’d play games...just silly family games, unique to us.

    We learned from an early age to be careful; to always SNUFF out the candles before we went back upstairs, and then to bed."

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  2. Hahahaha, Annie! There was a break in the tennis and I was on my way back from the bathroom when I decided to pop into your blog...and am glad I did! First cab off the rank!! :)

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  3. EXTRA EXTRA by Granny Annie

    He had been busy all day
    Cutting down the trees
    The old man in overalls
    With holes in the knees.

    He came up from the field
    His pet goat would FOLLOW
    Both stopping at the STREAM
    A cool drink to swallow.

    The old man's fat jaw
    Overflowed with SNUFF.
    The spit blew into his HAIR
    The rest wiped on shirt cuff.

    They had gathered MUSHROOMs
    To be shared with NEWS monthlies.
    The neighbors they visited
    Were all from other COUNTRIES.

    The old man had knowledge
    And did not need a hint
    To remember the messages
    Without them being in PRINT.

    The visits had been welcomed
    As he spread gossip happily.
    A ROLL in the DUST for the goat
    Then they returned to WARM FAMILY.

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  4. Good one, Annie! I love your poem...as always you put such a good spin on the words.

    I think we should set off the sirens and wake the others up! :)

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  5. mushroom, print, roll, dust, warm, family

    I found my family there, among the mushroom logs. They were unclear on exactly how they'd got there, but they were all happy and warm, so I let the mystery be.
    But when I got home, I put an appeal into print, for answers surrounding the sudden appearance of a family among mushrooms. After all, it wasn't something that happened every day!

    But I got no replies.

    The next day, my father muttered something about going for a roll in the dust, and I knew it was time.
    Time to call the aliens back, and ask for my real family to be returned.
    I had no idea who these people were.
    But somehow they knew my plan.

    I can hear them now, coming up the stairs to my room, muttering about taking me, making me one of them.

    So if you find this letter, and I'm nowhere to be found, take my advice.
    Run away from this place, and avoid the mushroom logs.

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  6. Terrific selection as usual. Has anyone seen my tinfoil

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  7. Okay, here we go:
    I remember such simple times; life in a warm, loving family, all of us gathered around the radio listening to the reporters who had been all around the globe to sniff out interesting stories for us. Now, I live like a mushroom, keeping myself in the dark, afraid to follow the news from this and other countries for fear of what I may see and hear. Television gives us such graphic reports of happenings around the world. The news whether in print or streaming live, is frightening stuff. It’s enough to turn your hair white. I’ll just hide under my bed with the dust bunnies and roll myself out when things start to look brighter.

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  8. The law according to Uncle Peter. And his brothers. And his father. And Jane's husband. All of them were on a roll and the stream of their commands rolled out - and over her.
    'A woman's place is at home... Her concerns should be limited to her family, the latest hair style, the newest mushroom recipe, and keeping a dust-free warm and inviting home... The ONLY times her name should appear in print are at her birth, her marriage and her death.'
    Jane sniffed, and wiped angry tears away. She had heard it all before, but it just wasn't her. She followed the news, and longed to visit other countries, experience new things. Think for herself.
    She straightened her spine, stood tall and walked out the door. The world was waiting. And she was ready.

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  9. Love all of these very different creations. Thank you so much for thought provoking prompts.

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  10. I love these stories and your poem Annie. I'm running a bit late today, having slept in until 9am then had to go to the shops for milk and cat food, but I'm settled in my chair now, with plenty of time to think up a story. I would have gone similar to OSC, but she covered it so well.

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  11. All quite wonderful! :)

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  12. I enjoyed all of these once I had enough time to sit n read them tonight. I like how all those words were worked in so naturally in each story' good poem too.

    I would need more free think time instead of getting so much backlog to do. Reading bills today. Still have 2 business calls to do but don't have enough time for those. Too late. Time for eating now. Just spent a few hours cooking things to re-heat after work this week.

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  13. A 'treasure trove'? I never thought of it like that :) Thank you.

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  14. Oh my goodness! You are so talented, Annie.

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