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Category Archives: Memoir

A birthday card with $2 bills…I know the signature well, a thank you note from the same person, tho she saw me at work almost daily.
Stacey’s letter to the tooth fairy, precious and saved …
Son, Bret, wrote he needed to borrow $10 and “would never ask to borrow money again” …and he must have just been in junior high.
More precious, his note asking me to get him a certain cliff note book by “Bill Shakespeare”.



Letter writing is becoming

a lost art..

I have letters my mother saved

from when she was a young woman…

even a post card,

from an unknown to me,


Letters of condolence when

my younger sister died

when I was just three

making her month long

life real to me

and wondering

“what if”

she’d lived.


It’s a treasure

to find long forgotten letters,

the cursive writing of my father

and mother…

even grandparents,

and other family members;

seeing my own printing

when first learning in


and those of my children,

and grandchildren,

….scarce now

that the computer,



and texting

have taken over.

I’ve heard that some schools

even eliminated cursive classes

because it is now not needed…



lost art.



black and white kitten abused

hungry, cold and shivering
left outside in frigid weather day after day
now appreciates warmth of a new home
curious ~ rewards her new friend helping in kitchen
spring cleaning .. still finding rice
THE Story:
A wandering kitten looked so pitiful, cold and hungry.
My friend rescued it in, and took it to the vet. Just needed
food, warmth and love.
Two older cats in the home never much of a problem… fun
to watch with quirky behaviors, but no mischievous
behaviors, like opening up the cupboard doors.
The rescued kitten is another story.
The first sign of what was to come, getting a bag of uncooked
rice out of a cupboard, and scattering it about. That was
several weeks ago, rice still lurking in secret places.

TPOS Prompt: cherita form: adopting a stray, rescuing an animal
Age stock photo.

March 12, 2016 · Edited ·

once a lady
now in tatters
maiden called to the sea in youth
memories whisper in the wind
seize the poem prompt # 9 tatters
photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn
boat left to rot and decay in someone’s yard…
across from Contention Cove, Surry, ME

March 13, 2016 · Edited ·

found on a whim
out of season and on sale
wedding dress
loved at once and for fifty years
bustles with roses
TPOS February 18, tanka prompt: wedding dress
Photo: (c) 1964
family album; taken by Carol Fredrickson Rink

March 7, 2016 ·

rain and snow
weather outside frightful
daffodils peeking
temps in forties
natives shed their jackets
TPOS prompt: signs of spring
photo: (c) 3/7/2016 Saradunn

March 4, 2016 ·

community meal
young girl waiting
carpet sweeper magic
entertained for half hour
3/3/2016 Food for All // Catholic Church
A group of volunteers in BarHarbor spend the day
cooking and preparing meals for whoever is in need
for donations … and free if you don’t have any
money to give.
small stones prompt: What did you notice today?
photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn

March 4, 2016 ·

iridescent glow
Luna moth
so near ~ yet far away
illusive ~ captivating
Ever since I found several years ago that the Luna
moth can be found near by… haven’t been able to
see one yet… a photo of one as large as a man’s hand
(not the one here) got my attention. The beauty
of the Luna moth is mesmerizing and I put it on my
“bucket list.” to see in person. I know of two places
that they have been found and others have told me…
after they have gone away… they see them every year.
Sigh. I am going to be persistent til I find them one spring.
TPOS prompt: what we missed

photo: free use image: Luna Moth