My Aunt Shirley is a marvel. For nearly her entire life she has written poems - snippets of life through the eyes of a daughter, sister, mother, grand-mother, great-grandmother, co-worker, friend, and neighbor. She was a secretary, bookkeeper and Licensed Public Accountant before retiring in 1993. She's written over 700 poems and in 1998 published her first book of poetry "Buckwheat Cakes and Cornmeal Mush (Growing Up in the Thirties)" She has a talent for capturing the surprise of language or perception. "She has a knack for presenting the exactly appropriate word for the exactly fresh metaphor ..." said one peer poet, author and editor. "She is both an astute observer and accurate reporter, pulling the reader into each event with delightful images."
Cold fish for breakfast—
in red sauce, creamy sauce, vinegar
Cold meats, thin sliced, arranged on platters
Pickles-cucumber and beet
Great chunks of cheese—
white, yellow, brown
with slicer provided
Water pitchers of milk and orange juice
Soup bowls stored beside cornflakes,
museli, vegetable bowl of sugar
Baskets or porcelain hens
with nests of soft-boiled eggs
near stacks of egg cups
Pyramid of saucers and cups
beside pots of strong coffee,
hot water for tea
In most hotels, yogurt and fresh fruit—
in some, caviar
Little plastic boxes of smor (butter in English)
vegetable bowls of jam—
strawberry, orange marmalade, and one other
Generous trays of breads—
coarse white, whole wheat, hard crusted buns
that sprinkle crumbs onto the lap
of one who presumes to split them
by Shirley Ensrud Flights, Freeways and Detours (of Vacations and Travel) © 2008
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Yes, I worked there Many many reas back in tha outskirts of the town/ Telex. and now my friends live there. My Brother once did. It sure was a surprise reading that post!!
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