Tag: Memoirs

I remember

I remember
learning the small roads
and then the smaller roads
the ones not used by many
to reach the freeways

where in the Spring
sometimes
I hear the red-winged
blackbirds again

Lake Michigan
Oostburg, Wisconsin
March 29, 2014
Photo by Karl

Ellen Grace Olinger

Kindness and Service

Years ago, when I helped with my mother’s care, I was always alert to what might be on the floor, to guard against falls. She used a walker, and was trained by therapists and so careful. After her passing, I would continue to pick up a piece of paper in a store or parking lot, thinking of her. I would tell this story to others who observed.

We watch for opportunities to take someone’s cart from the parking lot to the store, if that seems appropriate and helpful. Karl and I shop together.

Now it is best to allow myself to be helped, and I am so grateful for the kindness and service at the stores and restaurants where we go.

We drive home on all the roads we know so well. Some might look a little bleak now. Karl wonders about new construction and keeps an eye on things. Being comfortable in a new place took time for me, and while I know sometimes over decades I needed to change, this time I am grateful I was able to stay. And feel at home. So I know I see some things differently now, than a new person might see.

It can take time for some in our lives to accept changes, as we age and/or health needs change. When the caregiver needs to retire in the sense of physical work, but always cares. I stay close to home now.

Yesterday in a parking lot, I saw a garbage can tipped over. And I knew their staff would take care of it right away. Time for me to go home. Rest, complete a post with one of Karl’s photos.

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Ellen Grace Olinger

Short Poems

R  ose clouds at sunrise, and the day
O  pens to songs, silence, and new
S  trength, with hope
E  verlasting

ROSE acrostic poem

old roses
now in bloom
a few petals fall
from the blue vase
caught by a poem

Published by SMILE, 2011.

different shapes
of the rose bush
and lilacs in the yard
they grew towards
the light

Ellen Grace Olinger

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nothing could be

My poem is from May 2013.

nothing could be
more beautiful
than the trees
and their new leaves
beginning
except for when
they are in full
summer green
and then turn
their autumn colors
and then are their
wise winter selves
waiting for spring
again

Ellen Grace Olinger

Creative Notes and Photos

Yesterday we went to Judi’s Place, a family restaurant here in Oostburg, Wisconsin, for breakfast. They had a table for us, and the food and service were excellent as always. I looked around, and remembered sitting in different places over the years – and the conversations and what was happening then. Work, new projects, family history, health, losses and new beginnings. A good meal is a blessing.

Every day new.

I continue to watch a variety of PBS Shows. I began The Ornament of the World. My father taught history, and I often think of him. I watched the new Arts Page, hosted by Sandy Maxx.

Karl took this photo for me on New Year’s Eve 2012. I created a new arrangement from a flower bouquet that was fading.

Cedar tree – January 2017

Flowers from a store – February 2016

Ellen Grace Olinger

Blessings

poetry books
by my chair
a few snowflakes
music and silence

stir-fried vegetables
in olive oil this morning
cooked in my new
cast iron skillet

all the voices and designs
colors of fruits and vegetables

verses from Psalm 23 –
He restoreth my soul . . .
my cup runneth over . . .
goodness and mercy . . .

December 2018

Ellen Grace Olinger

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Winter Solstice 2019 and Lake Levels

Posts in my reader reminded me that today is the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere. I searched on Google and learned the solstice happens here at 10:19 PM (Central time).

The winter beauty can be stark here, with long winters and also the longer days of light at the same time. Truly wonderful to see, and always grateful for those who keep roads and power lines clear. All the good service.

Lake Michigan is at its highest level I can remember. Karl and neighbors are researching shore protection. I learned from Karl that 1986 was the last time the water was this high.