Tag Archives: childhood memories

DECEMBER FIRST HAIKU(S)

Here is December

The month most remember…

As kids for presents

Holiday downers

Depressed because it’s so dark

Winter solstice and light!

Looking for snowfall

Arctic freeze forecast for soon

Halo around the moon.

Last of the month plans

Eaten up by high demands

Thanks–Being alive!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

MY WIFE’S CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

MY WIFE’S CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

 

My wife when young found her thrill

Riding bicycle down Washer Hill…

Flying down that road

Angels are owed

Credit for preventing a spill!

All these years, I thought it was dirt,

Like the road down to Aunt Myrt’s…

Had visions of rocks

Being avoided–no shocks–

Now she claims it was paved, not that adverse.

She still says downhill she was flying,

Feeling free for the moment from crying…

Fear in her life

Cut like a knife,

But her love of bike riding–undying.

Other moments on her bike were tense,

When she wiped out under an electric fence…

Which she did regularly

Until learning turns safely

From their driveway with much less suspense!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

OF CLAMBAKES…!

OF CLAMBAKES…!

 

Shortly after the earth surface cooled,

When I was a boy…

Every summer it seemed in August

A clambake the fam’ly enjoyed.

It would be in Ida and Andy’s yard,

A South Street, Douglas, locale…

The clams would soak in a corn meal bath

Overnight til the grit expelled.

The cousins would dig a pit,

Light a bonfire filled with rocks….

When the rocks were good and hot

They’d put in the clam pots.

Covered over with seaweed

The steam lusciously smelled…

Some of the clams were set aside

To be breaded and fried to taste well.

Along with clams, they steamed up corn

On the cob that tasted so sweet…

With beer on tap and soda for

The kids, and coffee for later before sleep.

We all brought something to pass,

A dish of salad or beans…

Sometimes ham or turkey would arrive

Depending on a person’s means.

Uncle Andy (now gone and missed)

Might fall asleep at the ballgame…

We kids once named him the umpire,

But he worked hard, so could (him) blame?

I don’t know why I didn’t like steamed,

I missed out on the best food of all…

Tasted them since then and they were great—

Just thinking of what I missed, that’s all.

 

–Jonathan Caswell