Tag: memories
member name: David W.
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March 22, 2008 02:53 PM EDT --
CHAPTER I
Nothing tastes quiet as good as a stew that has simmered all night. The Jewish people prepare a special version called Cholent , a potted meal consisting of meat, potatoes, . . .
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April 02, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
© 2005 David Wainland
The time has come,
to change my style.
And talk about things,
that make me smile.
Of bubble gum,
and Cracker . . .
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October 29, 2008 02:17 PM EDT --
A free verse on aging.
© David Wainland 2008
This morning I saw my father in the mirror
the same thin white hair
wrinkled skin, furrowed brow
tattered . . .
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November 10, 2008 09:34 AM EST --
© by David Wainland 2008
My father's-father, (Grandpa?) died when my dad was only thirteen. Of course, I never met him. Pop never seemed to visit the cemetery, at least . . .
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January 04, 2008 08:59 PM EST --
As I get older, and my past flows deeper into the abyss of lost consciousness, I find myself longing for the times of my youth. My childhood was a simple time in a less threatening world.
Our apartment . . .
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April 03, 2008 01:28 PM EDT --
My Bronx Story
chapter VII
© 2007 David Wainland
The two groups squared off, perhaps fifteen to twenty on either side. One gang gathered on the north side of the battle scarred ground . . .
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May 18, 2008 12:32 PM EDT --
© 2008 David Wainland
There is something special about having an old friend. Particularly if they are the one somebody, with whom you spent much of your life. Friday I was . . .
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June 20, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
I look forward to many holidays however; Father's day is not one of them. Granted I am happy that I have a daughter and that she treats me with . . .
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November 08, 2008 07:43 PM EST --
© 2008 by David Wainland
It is funny how you recall things. Anything can trigger a flashback, odors, TV, sounds, but fifties music does it for me. I hear Earth Angel and you can't . . .
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October 28, 2008 12:52 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
Holidays today are big business. I mean really big business. Halloween has almost matched Christmas in sales and the advertising agencies have programmed . . .
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May 22, 2008 12:10 PM EDT --
© 2008 David Wainland
On Monday, April 24, 1949, I returned home from school to find my Bubbah Gussy (Grandmother), waiting in our apartment. She seldom visited us and seeing her there . . .
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October 10, 2007 10:29 PM EDT --
Dedicated to my son Jeremy 1973-2003
I awake to a thick blanket of humidity,
a new storm rumbles in the distance.
Lightning sheets, like the northern aurora,
hang in silvery . . .
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October 12, 2007 03:47 PM EDT --
(A Quiet Dreaming Tale)
By David Wainland
The two groups squared off, perhaps fifteen to twenty on either side. One gang gathered on the north side of the battle scarred ground . . .
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December 09, 2008 09:43 PM EST --
By David Wainland
The sport of kings
means different things
to a special group of men.
The king of sports
are their retorts
when . . .
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