Where I’m From

I am from travels across long and winding roads,  with musty clothes packed inside a tattered suitcase.

     From the lonely U.S. Navy sailor on shore leave and the USO singer looking to escape, I am the aftermath.

I am from Huguenot, number 327, with long dark halls where fear hid behind each door.

I am from constant disagreements and hurt from Strollo, artistic talents from Havens and depression…from Smith.

I am the sarcastic one of Lloyd Chester and ever-critical like Mary Patricia but not as hateful as Mary Agnes; I have Marjorie’s fleeting elegance but not her voice although I have Lee’s fingers guiding mine as I write while, sadly, I lack the music from his soul.

I am from kneeling in Catholic church until my knees were numb and my back ached from staying rigid.   From pain that was better than any punishment from the nuns who patrolled the aisle.

I’m from the poor shadows of decaying New Rochelle and the wealth of golden San Francisco.  Beef Stew and Pâté de Foie Gras.

                                                                                        

I am from Lilacs, briefly bursting with soft color and fragrance along with sand that washes into the ocean with every storm; I am from hindsight and wishing.  Always wishing.

I am from dreams of different beginnings; from gathering moments into boxes of forgotten memories labeled… Indifference,  Anger and Why? 

Mostly, I am an outsider, safely standing on the edges of my life, wondering.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post based on the word genealogy./Write a post in exactly eleven (11) lines (sentences). 

I first wrote and shared this post way back in 2014 and there was nothing about it I wished to change for this current prompt response, nor did I want to write a new post.  My genealogy, its best and worst.

This reflects me; my beginnings and where I am at this point, still, in my life. 

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Word Appetizer…


This is a rough estimate, but I’ve written approximately 1.237 million words since I’ve actively been writing. Wait, now it’s 1,237,019 words, but you get the gist. Probably a million were “the” and “said.” Some were used for alliteration, sort of a wise witty word weaving wizard. More than a few had to be worked over to be spelled correctly. If I were in front of a firing squad and had to spell “sheriff” or “rhythm” on the first try to live, I’d be riddled with bullets.

Some words were used that didn’t mean what I thought, like “nonplussed”, for instance. I thought it meant someone was bad at math, as in “he couldn’t add to save his life. He’s “nonplussed.” It actually means “unconcerned.”“Peruse” is another. I’ve always thought it mean to “skim,” as in, “let me peruse these cliff notes so I can pretend I read the book.” It’s the opposite. It means to “read or examine thoroughly.”

But I’ve always liked words, some more than others. Words can open up a whole new world. I’ll never forget reading the “Ox-Bow Incident” in high school which had been suggested by my English teacher. I came upon a word I’d heard a few times, but not in a printed format. That word was “Whore” and I honestly had no idea that it was spelled that way, never realizing that the “w” was silent. It actually looked a lot more impressive spelled out than it was hearing it spoken. I had a fair idea of what it meant and will say one thing, it definitely piqued my interest with reading the rest of the book.

As far as favorite words go, I do have some favorites and enjoy tossing them out now and then for public consumption. I like the meanings behind the particular ones I share here, but, mostly, I enjoy how they sound. Allow me to share my “word salad”, (did I just type that?), actually, let’s just call it my “Word Appetizer!”

extrapolate – The markets are often myopic and tend to extrapolate short-term trends for the long run. (Kind of fitting given the recent stock market brouhaha.)
vitriol – Politicial commentators spew angry vitriol.
superfluous – He cleared off all the superfluous stuff on his desk to make room for the new computer.
perspicacious – They had an unusual power to perspicaciously see through and understand what was puzzling or hidden.
loquacious – She talked about these topics in a manner that managed to be tight-lipped and loquacious at the same time.
juxtaposition – Dark floors ground the space, a welcome juxtaposition to the white walls.

All of these impressive-sounding words aside, I’m currently on a mission that involves researching proper verbiage for updating organizational bylaws. It’s a challenge. The task at hand is to strictly follow the rigid wordage of Robert’s Rules of Order or draft a basic, club member-friendly, constitution that requires no in-depth interpretation, more like “Just the Facts, Jack!” My goal is to put forth only pertinent, factual, information involving the rules of a private club without evoking speculation, confused responses or assumptions. Sound like a plan?

Wish me luck. Please.

From the Writer’s Workshop: List your five, favorite, current words.

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A ship of dreams…

Third class passengers were several notches down the social scale as far as the staff was concerned. After all, they were the ships peasants and it did not matter that they were seeking a better life in the United States. In a world that worshipped wealth, they were poor, but their numbers were the bread and butter of the Cunard line. Given that, they were treated with an abject amount of tolerance by the cabin staff.

Precious objects were crammed into what little luggage they were able to bring aboard the ship; the traditions they left behind were deeply ingrained in their minds, along with their dreams, never to be forgotten as so much else was. Instead, they focused on new beginnings in a distant world that promised so many opportunities.

They looked forward to what awaited them at horizon’s end with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The challenges of the unknown would soon unfold as the ship sailed closer to the new world with the setting of the sun.

In a matter of days, they would be sitting under a shady grape arbor, surrounded by family they were just introduced to as they prepared to live wholly in another country. A huge table with cold salads, Risotto with Red Chard, fruit, and wine swirling in glasses all raised in a welcoming toast. They were home.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post in exactly 11 lines. Take two books. Open each one to a random page and point at a random sentence. Use one sentence to start your story and the other to end your story. Write the story in the middle. This was a fun challenge which I combined with another, writing my post in eleven lines as well. I reached for two nearby books from the library in my home office, Exploring the Lusitania and Under the Tuscan Sun, chose a sentence (or a bit more) from each and enjoyed my results.

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