Friday, January 17, 2014

Walking Friends ~~ a poem with prose

A walk around the block
[Mrs. Jim, KP, and Billy walking in their neighborhood]

The wife and I love to travel.  Europe is our favorite
but we've been to many, many places in this world. 

Most of our holiday spending for the last four years
has involved being in London to visit our grand-
daughters, BP and KP, now aged 16 and almost five.

We've traveled out from their home, taking day
and weekend trips and a couple of cruises to
the Baltic and Black Seas (link1, link2).

The little London family has no car so we are relegated
to public transportation or walking to get around.

On one of these walks I crossed paths with
the loveliest little older couple.  They were
always walking, mostly around the long block
we all seemed to live on.  I'd say that would be
over a half mile and perhaps closer to a mile.

That was very long for them, I would often
see the lady bending down with hands almost to
the sidewalk.  I thought she was short of breath.
But later I found it was that and also a
sort of stretching exercise for her.

One day I saw them stopped near a bench
and on the bench were three sacks of groceries. 

It turned that the man was carrying, or trying
to carry, all three of them.  They had been to
the grocery store across Wellington St,
which was a part of their regular walk. 

The gentleman would not let me carry these
packages to their flat.  This, even though he
trusted me somewhat from our regular farmer's
greeting as we passed those many times. 

Later, after several more times of tip of the hat
greetings, I would stop for a small chat with him 
while his wife did her bending down thing.

 [KP loves to walk in the park, kicking leaves
or rustling the last summer grasses, here still
standing in October.  She likes the playground
part and the places where she can run too.]
Had I my car I would have offered then an
escape from the neighborhood, perhaps taking
them to the park.  But they cannot walk that
far and I wouldn't want to escort them on
the Tube or a bus for fear of overstepping
all of our limited senior navigation capabilities.

We could have walked perhaps another short block
from the grocery store to this lovely gelato place. 

The Gelato Mio is one of KP's and my favorite places
to go.  Fill your card with British Pound punches
and you'll have a free cone. 
We've done that lot's of times, KP and I.

There will be a day, perhaps on our visit this spring,
when the bench will be empty.  No groceries nor
the elderly couple, that is the way this life goes. 
One other thing, they are just a little older than I am.
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Photo and Poem  Copyright © 2013 and 2014 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
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2017 Notes:
 - 1.  Now that the kids are back here to stay the picture would be Mrs. Jim, KP, me, walking KP to and/or from school. Not every day, some are scheduled. Other days for when her parents cannot. If in the mornings then Mrs. Jim and I continue walking for 30 minutes or more. And KP is older now, we don't hold hands anymore.
 - 2.  Today, Tuesday, January 17, 2017, I've linked again with the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Challenge (a post anything day, old or new--Facebook prompted me to repost this one).  

 - 3.  At today's Garden post (linked above), Kerry O'Conner wrote of poems being similar to trees in that if shared they are like trees being planted.  How they grow or survive is similar to the after steps taken.

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At Friday, January 17, 2014 3:29:00 PM, Blogger Marian said...

i love this story all the way through to your wistful conclusion. very, very nice.

At Friday, January 17, 2014 3:31:00 PM, Blogger Kenia Santos said...

Yes, that is the way this life goes, but isn't it amazing that during the time we have on Earth, we can get to know such lovely people and places, and make memories of our own?

Take care and keep smiling.

At Friday, January 17, 2014 4:59:00 PM, Blogger revelations said...

loved the story.. the people you meet along the way are one of the jewels of life...

At Friday, January 17, 2014 6:49:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

good on you, Jim ~

At Friday, January 17, 2014 9:06:00 PM, Blogger Herotomost said...

What a wonderful prose piece that really hits at the heart of the challenge. It is so strange that we can identify with so many people who, once strangers are now the backbone of what we think about when we are alone. I loved this from beginning to end and really am thankful that you participated. Thank you.

At Saturday, January 18, 2014 10:30:00 AM, Blogger annell4 said...

Lovely memory of those 'old' people. I enjoyed reading about them, thanks.

At Saturday, January 18, 2014 12:12:00 PM, Blogger Fireblossom said...

When I was in London, by the third day I had pretty much doped out the underground lines and could get wherever I wanted without a car. I found traffic there to be crazy and scary, but then, I was forever looking on the wrong side of the road for approaching traffic!

Thanks for catching the typo on my post. I hate typos that make it through!

At Saturday, January 18, 2014 8:45:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

So lovely, there is a lump in my throat, a tear on my cheek. I, too, fall in that age range ....

At Sunday, January 19, 2014 5:25:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

Thank you very much for sharing this meaningful story with us, Dr Jim :) Walking is a very good form of exercise for everyone.

At Sunday, January 19, 2014 11:32:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

What a beautiful story...and alas there comes the day for us all when we face an empty bench

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 11:59:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Jim, nothing like fun visits with grands, and your sharing of aged couple is endearing

Have a nice Tuesday

much love...

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 12:26:00 PM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

Thanks for sharing your memorable moment of friendship with strangers.

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 1:48:00 PM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is soo heart-warming.. lovely pictures!❤️

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 1:51:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Love the story... sometimes you just get to know people... maybe they will be there next time too...

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 7:21:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lovely story. Amazing how those connections can impact us.

At Tuesday, January 17, 2017 10:47:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

... the progression of time - and the neighborhood feel - I like this. I also was moved by the end notes of the granddaughter is older and no longer holds hands... my youngest is almost at that age - but not yet. sigh.

At Wednesday, January 18, 2017 8:15:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Friends will give a helping hand and these are what memories are made of. One hopes that life will be there with a happy ending. Wonderful take Dr Jim!



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