Playing in the Attic
Fun times!29 total reviews
Comment from lyenochka
Wow, is this autobiographical? I don't know many parents in our generation taking time to play with their little ones. That's wonderful to have that time of imaginative play with grown-ups. So many teachable moments - but I didn't have that time until after I had grand kids.
Great entry for the picture challenge!
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Wow, is this autobiographical? I don't know many parents in our generation taking time to play with their little ones. That's wonderful to have that time of imaginative play with grown-ups. So many teachable moments - but I didn't have that time until after I had grand kids.
Great entry for the picture challenge!
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Yes, it is autobiographical. Mother and I would cut out men and women from Sears catalogue and have paper dolls. Thanks, Helen.
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How fun! And you made time to play with your sons! That's such a beautiful legacy!
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And they did with theirs. Mother set such a good example.
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I'm so impressed!
Comment from Father Flaps
Hi Yvonne,
Very nice poem, and I also liked the artwork. Which came first?
Attics are where the memories pop... trunks of valuables. Tickle trunks!
Your poem and picture made me think of the 1985 movie, "One Magic Christmas", starring Mary Steenburgen (as Ginny Grainger, a woman who needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas)and Harry Dean Stanton (as the angel, Gideon, whose job it was to help her see). In one scene, Ginny's two kids were up in the attic of the grandfather's home. It was much like your picture There even was a rocking horse.
My favorite verse,
"On rainy days, we'd snuggle up
and listen as the raindrops tapped
the roof with drowsy-making drone,
I will confess sometimes we napped."
Nicely penned! Terrific entry for the "Remember When" event in "Picture This".
Hugs,
Kimbob
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Hi Yvonne,
Very nice poem, and I also liked the artwork. Which came first?
Attics are where the memories pop... trunks of valuables. Tickle trunks!
Your poem and picture made me think of the 1985 movie, "One Magic Christmas", starring Mary Steenburgen (as Ginny Grainger, a woman who needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas)and Harry Dean Stanton (as the angel, Gideon, whose job it was to help her see). In one scene, Ginny's two kids were up in the attic of the grandfather's home. It was much like your picture There even was a rocking horse.
My favorite verse,
"On rainy days, we'd snuggle up
and listen as the raindrops tapped
the roof with drowsy-making drone,
I will confess sometimes we napped."
Nicely penned! Terrific entry for the "Remember When" event in "Picture This".
Hugs,
Kimbob
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you. Those were wonderful days.
Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
That was a really lovely poem, and the rhyme was spot on. I wish we'd had an attic like that one, where we could go and play. The ordinary houses never had them, just a small space to put your Christmas decorations and cases in. There was no room to play, or stand up.
I love this poem where you played in the attic with your mother, and later, your father, too. It's such a warm family poem, and I can imagine you doing this. Well done, my friend. Love and hugs. Sandra xx
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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That was a really lovely poem, and the rhyme was spot on. I wish we'd had an attic like that one, where we could go and play. The ordinary houses never had them, just a small space to put your Christmas decorations and cases in. There was no room to play, or stand up.
I love this poem where you played in the attic with your mother, and later, your father, too. It's such a warm family poem, and I can imagine you doing this. Well done, my friend. Love and hugs. Sandra xx
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you for this wonderful review!
Comment from royowen
I just wrote a poem recently on when my kids were growing up, it was one of the favourite times in my life, precious memories, that won't come again ever burgeoning memories, this is a delightful work Yvonne, blessings Roy
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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I just wrote a poem recently on when my kids were growing up, it was one of the favourite times in my life, precious memories, that won't come again ever burgeoning memories, this is a delightful work Yvonne, blessings Roy
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you. Those were wonderful times!
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Well done
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Most welcome
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They were indeed
Comment from aryr
This was amazing, damommy. I loved the picture because it showed the love of the adventure. Your words were delightful in that they captured the past time and I can only imagine Daddy joining in the fun. Very well done, greatly enjoyed.
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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This was amazing, damommy. I loved the picture because it showed the love of the adventure. Your words were delightful in that they captured the past time and I can only imagine Daddy joining in the fun. Very well done, greatly enjoyed.
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you. Those were great times.
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You are so very welcome, Yvonne.
Comment from judiverse
Sounds like fun times, dressing up in those old clothes. I think even today's youngsters would have fun doing that. It's just perfect when the parents take time to join in. This was a wonderful memory, and great for the Remember When event. The images and the excellent rhyme make this a delight. judi
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Sounds like fun times, dressing up in those old clothes. I think even today's youngsters would have fun doing that. It's just perfect when the parents take time to join in. This was a wonderful memory, and great for the Remember When event. The images and the excellent rhyme make this a delight. judi
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you for a wonderful review!
Comment from karenina
Amazing! Your poetry is metered and rhymes with the finesse always evident in your work. More than that, you relate a time of innocence when no electronic devices or "virtual" interaction got in the way of real heart-to-heart interaction. I daresay no one will be holding my hand as I breathe my final breath saying, "Remember that time we sat not speaking, playing Candy Crush?"
Sigh...................
Karenina
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reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Amazing! Your poetry is metered and rhymes with the finesse always evident in your work. More than that, you relate a time of innocence when no electronic devices or "virtual" interaction got in the way of real heart-to-heart interaction. I daresay no one will be holding my hand as I breathe my final breath saying, "Remember that time we sat not speaking, playing Candy Crush?"
Sigh...................
Karenina
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Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Things were more fun before all the technical stuff came around. Wonderful times! Thanks for a great review.
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I was telling Emilyn about "paper dolls" the other day. She was hysterical! Said "We don't even use PAPER for school anymore!"--
Kind of sad...
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What a shame they'll never know the fun we had!
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I wouldn't trade places for the world...
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Me, either!
Comment from Leann DS
That sounds like an amazing childhood! I would have loved to have a box of old dress-up clothes to play with. Instead, we put on my dad's hunting suit and got in trouble because we put a hole in the knee. Lol
Very nice rhyme and rhythm. Overall, great poem. Hugs.
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reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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That sounds like an amazing childhood! I would have loved to have a box of old dress-up clothes to play with. Instead, we put on my dad's hunting suit and got in trouble because we put a hole in the knee. Lol
Very nice rhyme and rhythm. Overall, great poem. Hugs.
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Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you. We had such fun. Great times!
Comment from LateBloomer
Hello damommy, Yvonne, your poem is so sweet and heartfelt. I could feel the joy and love within. I especially liked:
On rainy days, we'd snuggle up
and listen as the raindrops tapped
the roof with drowsy-making drone,
I will confess sometimes we napped.
(Vivid imagery. I can see it!)
Silky rhyming. Well chosen artwork. A poem that reflects what is important in life - family. Well done. This poem made me smile.
Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer ~ Margaret
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Hello damommy, Yvonne, your poem is so sweet and heartfelt. I could feel the joy and love within. I especially liked:
On rainy days, we'd snuggle up
and listen as the raindrops tapped
the roof with drowsy-making drone,
I will confess sometimes we napped.
(Vivid imagery. I can see it!)
Silky rhyming. Well chosen artwork. A poem that reflects what is important in life - family. Well done. This poem made me smile.
Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer ~ Margaret
Comment Written 14-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2022
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Thank you for a wonderful review. Those were good times!
