"LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD"

28 APRIL 2017 FRIDAY 

Mockingbird

Reliable raconteur of other bird voices/song

In the neighborhood

Although haven't heard

Mocking bird recreation

Of honking geese, crowing roosters, clucking hens

Book: Stories For Young Grandchildren By Grandma Elsie - The Master of Song (Mockingbird)
   I inherited this book from my Mom, Grandma Sherman at the time to my nephew and niece. She bought it on a trip home from visiting her Mom and sister in CT (my Grandma Holt and Aunt Ruth Ellen Holt Ham.) My husband Joe and I were a half-way or so point between home, Cape Cod, MA (my childhood home,) and CT.   

BOOK: STORIES FOR YOUNG GRANDCHILDREN BY GRANDMA ELSIE - THE MASTER OF SONG (MOCKINGBIRD)

MY BLOG: MORE OF A PICTURE SHOW LATELY THAN WRITING, A SCRAPBOOK PLUS DIARY, REAL AND IMAGINED!

   Elizabeth:  "I went for a walk this morning here and picked up a quarter, a clear, and a green, piece of "suburban sidewalk" beach sea glass to put in my "suburban sidewalk" beach sea glass bottle collection. Hope you can see all that in the photo I sent! My favorite color "suburban sidewalk" beach sea glass is a light aquamarine color that is a little harder to find than clear, green, blue, or brown."
  Barbara:     "It looks great!!! How do you find these pieces?? You pay careful attention."
  Elizabeth: "I have a longtime habit of walking with my eyes looking down! And sensing and listening to what is in front of me and above and around me. Which helps looking out for things like cars and bicycles and telephone poles and such!"
  Barbara:   "Are you going to use this photo on your blog?"
  Elizabeth: "I don't know how to transfer photos from my phone to the computer so I took a photo with my camera to print out and scan into the computer. Then I can put it on my blog. You think it is a blogworthy photo? My blog that you helped me set up has turned into more of a picture show lately than writing! A scrapbook plus diary, real and imagined!"
   Barbara:  "I think it is definitely blogworthy!"

- Thank You, Barbara Varanka! - Elizabeth     

"SUBURBAN" BEACH GLASS - by ELIZABETH (ELIZABETH'S DIARY)

"SUBURBAN" BEACH GLASS - PHOTO: BY ELIZABETH (ELIZABETH'S DIARY)

BEACH GLASS by AMY CLAMPETT (1920 - 1994)

BEACH GLASS by AMY CLAMPETT (1920 - 1994)

While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
the wind may change,
the reef-bell clatters
its treble monotone, deaf as Cassandra
to any note but warning. The ocean,
cumbered by no business more urgent
than keeping open old accounts
that never balanced,
goes on shuffling its millenniums
of quartz, granite, and basalt.
                                              It behaves
toward the permutations of novelty -
driftwood and shipwreck, last night's
beer cans, spilt oil, the coughed up
residue of plastic - with random
impartiality, playing catch or tag
or touch-last like a terrier,
turning the same thing over and over,
over and over. For the ocean, nothing
is beneath consideration.
                                             The houses
of so many mussels and periwinkles
have been abandoned here, it's hopeless
to know which to salvage. Instead
I keep a lookout for beach glass -
amber of Budweiser, chrysoprase
of Alamaden and Gallo, lapis
by way of (no getting around it,
I'm afraid) Phillips'
Milk of Magnesia, with now and then a rare
translucent turquoise or blurred amethyst
of no known origin.
                                               The process
goes on forever: they came from sand,
they go back to gravel,
along with the treasures
of Murano, the buttressed
astonishments of Chartres,
which even now are readying
for being turned over and over as gravely
and gradually as an intellect
engaged in the hazardous
redefinition of structures
no one has yet looked at.

BEACH GLASS by AMY CLAMPETT (1920 - 1994)