(Caves of Hercules)
Been to London
Been to France
Traveled by Train through Spain
Passing Sunflowers in the Rain
Transfixed by island of Es Vedra
Sirens of the Sea
Rode camels in the desert
Sit in ruins of mammoth caves
of Myths and Hercules Legions engraved
at times secluded by the tide
Walked the maze of streets
Following white feathers
Medina’s filled with spice and trinkets
Smelled the Moroccan Rose with Jasmine entwined
Views of Gibraltar from the vine filled terrace
Snow capped Rif and Atlas Mountains
Sipping mint tea from Baba’s Cafe
Smoking Kif and Hashish
My ever watchful mother’s eye on a two-year old
Moments on Polaroid confiscated
Of this special place and time
Phoenix (Cynthia J. m ART z)
(Mystical island of Es Vedra)
Popular myths surrounding Es Vedra include that it was the home of the sirens and sea-nymphs who tried to lure Ulysses from his ship in Homer’s Odyssey, and the birth place and holy island of the Phoenician goddess, Tanit.
© Cynthia Martz 2013
The recesses of my mind
linger on the sounds of wind in the trees
I close my eyes.
I am warm on my blanket in the sand
Reminding me of days in Fall at the beach
Sand dunes drifting and piling up like snow avoiding the sea oats that protect them
The coolness of the air and the salty sea
Fresh scents that come and go
whiffs of memories on the boardwalk
popcorn, candy apples, freshly baked pretzels, hot dogs and fries
Fading as the wild wind carries it
Like a teenagers first kiss
Lingering memories brought back to life
The Band plays on “under the boardwalk”
© Cynthia Martz 2013
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My blog will be 2 years old in October this year.
Slow Mode February.
Nothing pressing on my mind to blog about, writers lament I suppose.
This am I was missing the cushioned insert in my shoes I wear because of my ongoing Plantar fasciitis problem.
I assumed wrongly that one of the cats had treated it like a furry mouse and confiscated it too places unknown.
I found it in my other shoe sitting on top of its insert.
I am having my morning ritual. Chock Full of Nuts dark Satin java.
It is my morning wake-up.
Interesting tib bit. When my mama passed in 2004, I placed one of her small porcelain dolls she called “Marjorie” in an air tight glass container. She was wrapped in my mama’s scarf that smelled of her signature perfume (Chanel #5)
The doll’s face was peeking through.
I decided I wanted to smell her so I carefully removed the air tight top. I anticipated memories of the scent of her.
Let’s just say her essence had dissipated some time ago.
Today is Downton Abbey Marathon Day. I have several shows recorded and Sunday’s seem the perfect day to relax and enjoy them.
I have found a new toy. It is so easy and no worries with codecs and other problems with burning DVD’s and CD’s. I have too many coasters as is. Recordings that flopped so too speak.
Freemake is awesome. Last night I burned a DVD of some favorite UTUBES perfectly. No codec issues, no problems at all.
Big Kudos to the makers of this wonderful pain-free application.
Heart Day is almost upon us. I am baking Four of my specials this year.
Remodeled after New Ownership
Old Car Tag
Rustic Door Handle
Copper or Rattle
Inside the Silo
Window to Milk Room
The Temp Of The Afternoon
Wooden Barn Beams
Handy shovel for digging for fishing worms
Late Night Necessities
What is behind the door ?
Mud Dubber Nest
The Milking Barn
Silo~Storage for winter
The Attic of Hidden Treasures
All Photographs in this Gallery are the Property of Jenice Martz
Today I was thankful that I had been raised both frugally and lavishly. It taught me many life lessons. I can turn a dime and I can pinch one. The saying used to be a penny but you know inflation and all.
During my childhood we lived in a four room home with no running water and no indoor plumbing. It effected me. I was 12.
I can remember my mama making us rice and beans days in a row.
Turn that around and add a stroke of abundance.
My father was a hustler.
That entailed a hard day’s work or perhaps a win at the local pool
hall…My dad would say bring on the steaks.
I don’t remember ever going to bed hungry.I always was warm in the winter with two stoves to warm us. One was an electric gas stove, the other a kitchen wood burning stove.
I took nothing for granted because I knew of nothing better. The outdoors no matter what the weather was my refuge. Trees made to climb with nature designed limbs to get you to the top.
Creeks to wade in during the hot summers and skate on in the frozen winters.
Perfect sled runs down hills and hills of freshly fallen snow packed by my Uncle’s snow plow and a drizzle of frozen rain.
Igloo’s of snow built into the side banks next to Grandma’s house.
Croquet in the yard in the summer time with plenty of sweet Maryland iced tea to satisfy a thirst.
The smells of apple butter and apple cider being made at Butchering time. I can still see the huge vats of pig fat being made into cooking lard. The smoke wafting into the hot putrid air from the remnants of the slaughter. Preparing the humongous slabs of sugar-cured bacon and other parts too be cured in the smoke house.
The Good Old Days
This picture (Alexandre Laurin) brought back a bit of nostalgia.
[Note: Photo has no direct affiliation to this post and is being used for artistic purposes only]
How many of us remember sitting in a room like this ?
A place where we felt confined day in and day out. Five days a week.
Thank goodness for the windows, where our minds could wander and we could silence the drill of whatever the teacher was projecting to us.
The knowledge we would need to survive what was waiting outside the windows.
Life, with IF always in the middle with all it’s twists, turns, ups and downs
Comparable to a favorite roller coaster ride at the County Fair
Everyday we are constantly learning, we never stop
School is in recess
We continue to play the game
Copyright ©2013 Cynthia Martz
This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.
I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magickal with the rain falling on it.
I designed this today.
Rain on Tin Roof
Poetry From my WordPress
Depending if we survive 2012, Global Warming, Health Care Reform, Higher taxes and the upcoming election…
In 2020 only 10 % of all transactions will be in Cash. Crime may be curtailed drastically as 25 % of the circulating CASH is used for illegal activities…
Robotic Cars, they don’t TEXT, drink or fall a sleep at the wheel
Others on the LIST include
Visiting a museum of nostalgic items should prove interesting to future generations.
When I grew up in Frederick,Maryland,my dad took all of us to this lovely fairy tale place. Little Toot, the seven dwarfs mine, the music , the smells of food and cotton candy. Oh that the world was as innocent as it once was, so that today’s generation could enjoy these simple pleasures and remember them 50 years later like I can.
I remember like it was yesterday. Jack and the Beanstalk, the Three bears, Cinderella,Old Lady in a shoe, the Gingerbread house~ all came to life it seemed.
Then along came developers and a new shopping mall. The Forest was not so much the attraction anymore with television,movies and Bigger and Better Amusement Parks on the horizon.
Nostalgia, melancholy…things we remember as they once were in our hearts.
Now the remains of a lost moment in time. The smiles it made, the laughter.