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An Ode on Thanksgiving

It’s Thanksgiving Day 2009,
Naturally, one’s thoughts turn to food and to wine.
Turkey and yams and mac ‘n cheese,
It’s safe to say my tummy will be pleased.

But let us not forget the meaning of this day,
To offer our gratitude, thanks, and praise.
For friends and family, the stuff of life!
To those who serve – for freedom they fight.

As you sit down at table to chat and dig in,
Remember the greatness from where we began.
In a land of plenty, we each play a role;
So a life well-lived – that shall be our goal!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

My Life in Forks: A Father’s Day Tale

Father-Daughter

It is said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  I don’t know about that.  I think the best way from a man’s heart is through the stomach.  My stomach to be exact.  My dad can cook, which is really too bad for him.  He’s particularly good at breakfast. And bbq.  And sandwich-making.  And general midday snacking for that matter.  Unfortunately, this means that his children have certain culinary expectations shall we say?

I remember waking up on many a weekend morning as an adorable doe-eyed grade-schooler demanding that my father make me an omelette for breakfast.  I did this in a respectful manner, of course.  I wasn’t crazy.  But I was serious about my breakfast and a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios seemed unworthy of my time and attention.

No, instead I would eagerly await the patriarchal procession from bedroom, to bathroom, to front yard (to get the paper), through the living room – perhaps, to my horror, pausing to turn on the local country music station – then finally to the kitchen where the magic could commence.

First, a hot, soapy bath was prepared for the utensils, pots, and pans that would be deposited when their usefulness had been declared finit.  Then the ingredients made their way from the refrigerator:  eggs, milk, cheese, bacon, butter, a loaf of bread.  Oh, I could hardly wait!  The electric griddle, circa 1980s, was set on the stovetop, preheating to the appropriate temperature.

The bacon made its appearance on the griddle first.  It takes the longest to cook. Then, the eggs and milk were mixed, in a loud and forceful fashion, with salt and pepper.  The foamy, fluffy liquid was a representative prelude to its soon-to-be-solid state.  Finally, the slices of bread were ceremoniously placed in the toaster, ready for their sacrifice.  I stood at the doorway, looking expectantly at the bacon for I knew that once it was removed from the fire, the eggs could be placed in the yellow omelette pan flipper thingy, circa 1970s, and my fork was only moments from use!

Alas, finally the eggs were poured into the pan and not 5 minutes later emerged a vibrant yellow half-circle filled with cheese.  It was magnificent!  Sliding from pan to plate, accompanied by crisp bacon strips and barely-toasted (so says my mother) toast, my omelette was ready for consumption!  I rushed into the kitchen, picked up my reward (for being so patient), and basked in the aromas of the good life!

…The rest is a blur, really…

I think there was an appreciative “Thanks, Dad!” bellowed from the living room, but I can’t be certain.  What I do know is that my father’s heart speaks to his family through the countless meals he’s prepared over the years and we are all pleasantly plump the better for it.  So on this Father’s Day, let us all raise a fork and say:

THANKS, DAD!!!

Now, pass the jam…

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An Ode: Word to Your Mother ’09

Happy Mothers Day

A wise fellow Twitterer suggested that what every mother really wants for Mother’s Day is a personalized poem and for us kids to clean the house “with a smile”…I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that second part and commence with the first:

 

Word to Your Mother ’09

It’s 2009, May 10th – Mother’s Day –

Time to honor mom in very special way.

She has patience galore, putting up with us kids;

In spite of the drama, the lip, and our fits.

 

One day a nurse, the next she gives counsel.

When God gave out skillz, to her they were bountiful.

How can it be she’s so kind AND so strong?

With this woman on your side, you could take on a throng.

 

Today (and every day!), we should all take notice:

If the States were a house, mom is the POTUS.

Without her, no order…no guidance…what a mess…

But with her, no question…I see how I’m blessed!

 

Happy Mother’s Day !!

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Welcome!

Welcome to the inaugural post of FRIEND | FILES! 

As I began seriously considering starting a blog, I was plagued by that kernel of doubt that must certainly creep into the mind of any first-time blog auteur:  What exactly do I have to say?  After all, undoubtedly, someone has already thunk what I’m thinking and writ what I would write.  Right?  Well, perhaps. 

But as I pondered this question aloud in a phone conversation with a friend the other day, she pointed out something that should really be quite obvious.  That is, each of us has something to say by virtue of who we are.  Our experiences, our education, our family, our faith…all of it adds up and informs our unique perspective on the world in which we live.

So, in that spirit I invite you to visit FRIEND | FILES as a resource of information and inspiration.  To discover something new or to experience the familiar for the first time again.  You are welcome to share your ideas and observations…your perspective on the topics presented here.  You may have yet to find your own forum, but you do have a voice.  I invite you to express it here…