In reply to my gift of a table topper mini-quilt for her birthday (click here), my daughter posted a poem on her blog that gives her side of the story of the 1958 picture.
In honor of National Poetry Month, I’d like to introduce you to my oldest daughter’s web site
Nancy started keeping journals and writing poetry when she was in grade school and has had a career as a poet, free lance writer, editor and poetry judge. Her writing has appeared in magazines and literary journals plus she has had two poetry chapbooks published. She was editor of Writer’s Digest Poetry Market from 2002 through 2008 and has also edited sewing, quilting and crafting books .
Some recent posts on her web site have included getting ideas for writing while waiting for a car to be serviced at the local Toyota dealer, some thoughts about St. Patrick’s Day and her Irish father, and contests as writing nudges – all with prompts and nudges to help writers get their thoughts down on paper.
So, if you’re interested in poetry or any other kind of writing, you might want to check out this site. To celebrate National Poetry Month, Nancy is offering subscribers to her newsletter a free e-book Nudged by Quotes – 20 Writing Prompts Inspired by the World’s Great Poetry, Volume 10: Poetical Quotations – “a little help to get you going.”
Johnny and Martha
They stand in sepia tone, his arm around her waist,
An inscription penciled on the border – “Johnny and Martha, 1933”
The grandchildren laugh and say they look like Bonnie and Clyde,
Reminiscent of depression-era robbers from an old movie.
They’re right – his darkly handsome face glowers at the camera,
She looks stern with her ash blonde hair tucked under a cloche.
They didn’t have the adventures of their look-alikes,
They only struggled to raise their family in hard times
And one day showed old snapshots to their grandchildren.
Honorable mention, 1997 Ohio Poetry Day Contest
Today, March 9, 2010, would have been the 78th wedding anniversary of my parents, Johnny and Martha.
They were married in 1932 in the middle of the Great Depression by a justice of the peace with only their parents in attendance – Mother was 15 and Daddy was 19. In spite of their young age, they were always loving, strict, conscientious parents to my little sister and me.
Daddy passed away in 1978 and Mother, in 1991.