A Poem for the Weekend Mini-Challenge
Grandma's Kitchen;
things I remember
My Grandma's kitchen
was my safe harbor
A place where I could
be a boy my own
Safe from family males
swearing grandfather
my father learning
to be caring dad
But Grandma found time
time for us to talk
Secrets small, our big
confide safely here
Grandma Cookies were
the best--chocolate chip
Cracker-lined pot held
the best oyster stew
Furnished with blind great
grandfather's organ
iron kitchen stove and
table viewing barn
Cousins aunts uncles
and my grandparents
Holiday feast cooked
our grandpa hollered
"All you kids get in
the woodbox and wait!"
Was Grandpa joking?
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/weekend-mini-challenge-grandmas-kitchen.html?m=1
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Labels: Family, Jim Bunch eats, Jim's Life, Real Toads, Seniors, Week-Mini-Challenge
posted by Jim @ 9/20/2019 09:15:00 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
I love this remembering, Jim. Our family gathered at my grandparents' place too. Much cackling. I smiled at your grandpa's woodbox threat, likely a joke. I love the organ being in the kitchen. Kitchens were lived in, then, not showpieces out of a magazine. I love your poem.
My guess is that you kids had been running round the house screaming and he had had enough! A great laugh, although I do remember Mum's punishment was to shut us in the cupboard under the stairs for five minutes to quieten us down!
Grandma's should offer a safe harbour, I hope I do for my grandson, including sharing secrets and baking cookies. From my own experience, most grandpas have a strange sense of humour!
I really have to watch that with my youngest. Riddles save the day with her. There we are equally corny.
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We have much in common, Mr. Jim!
Some of my finest memories!
Hi again! Can see how you interpreted my line about feeding my children as me inheriting her table ~~ alas, I did not.
What sweet memories...Thanks for sharing them.
A good laugh wrapped in sweet memories.
I do love mostly the fact that in the kitchen a boy didn't have to be man... that one I can relate to.. maybe that's why I love cooking so much.
What a lovely place to be!
Awe - Grandmother's kitchen was a safe, comforting place to be - love that.
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