Mittwoch, 25. Februar 2015
Dienstag, 24. Februar 2015
G is for grandparents
This is a scan of an old paper photo, what I made in 1980 with my first camera.
It was an old Praktica IV from 1960.
I bought it at a second hand shop of my first of self-earned money.
It quickly became my best friend...
My gradpa (1894-1987) and my grandma (1899-1988) made all days
a little walk through the nearby forest.
a little walk through the nearby forest.
I often accompanied them and there arose this photo.
I know to this day exaktly the place, where I took this picture.
Granny was blind and was led by Grandpa and he told her everything that was on the way to see.
Grandpa was deaf and needed Grandma's ears for important informations.
She listened and wrote it on for him on paper, if it was important (other stuff he would not know -)
He made for her a desk with adjustable metal lines on which she was able to write.
They helped and supported each other and together could overcame so many years her everyday life.
Grandpa read to her every night, many years along and many many books.
Grandpa read to her every night, many years along and many many books.
He could read very expressive, although he did not hear anything.
But he was only at the age become numb.
I often remember this reading hours with him.
No one professional actor has read an audio book for me so good....
I'm sad, that I had then no technique to record it.
So his voice lives on only in my memory, audible to anyone except for me.
The happiest time of my childhood I had at the age of five, when I lived a short time by granparents. At that time they were still vigorous than in the picture and could still see and hear a little more.
About it I will write next time.
The happiest time of my childhood I had at the age of five, when I lived a short time by granparents. At that time they were still vigorous than in the picture and could still see and hear a little more.
About it I will write next time.
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Montag, 23. Februar 2015
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Sonntag, 22. Februar 2015
Circles around us
The circle is a magic thing
You don't know where it ends where it begins
It's the purest and perfectest form
that you can always find...
We ourselves are part of circles
around and above us
and we are living
in the circle
of our own
life
Thank you, Our Beautiful World,
for the weekly promts.
I always enjoy the little meditation
on my sunday morning.
A circle-song:
And the great Joni Mitchell with " The circle game"
Samstag, 21. Februar 2015
Quiet Prayer
As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow.
But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry.
Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.
- storypeople -
Freitag, 20. Februar 2015
Friday Five and neighborhood
In my neighborhood the chimneys smoke in the morning,
when I seeover the rooftops, saluting the day.
The most cars start early in the dark, when the people go to work.
In my neighborhood many cats are living and some come for breakfast over here
(my own cat is not amused about that).
The contact with cats is so easy: they feel when they are loved and come by itself.
They do not evaluate, they do not see the social status, they have no expectations except a little kindness, and maybe, a tasty snack (wish, it could be always so simple!).
Later, when the sun comes up, I take a walk through the forest.
It is also in my neighborhood.
Enjoy your weekend and have a nice early spring sun!
Abonnieren
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