on this memorial day (MEMORIES!)

On this Memorial Day I place yellow roses at my family’s gravesite. My index finger traces each letter and number carved into the granite headstone.  C-R-O-N-I-N-B-E-R-R-Y-1-8-4-9-1-9-4-0-1-9-3-4-1-8-8-5-1-9-2-6-1-8-8-7-1-9-8-2-M-O-T-H-E-R-F-A-T-H-E-R-J-O-H-N-J-U-L-I-A-K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E-J-O-H-N-B- I know my great grandparents, JOHN AND JULIA, only  from faded black and white photos  that I found in an old album. A family picture taken on the side lawn of … Continue reading on this memorial day (MEMORIES!)

the squeezo ( RUSTS!)

Jim fed the tomatoes into the hopper with the wooden plunger and cranked the handle. Tomato puree  poured down the drain tray and into the big yellow bowl;  the  seeds and skin dropped into the compost container. “Well, that’s it,” he said. “That’s the last of the 2019 tomatoes.” “You mean last year’s bocce balls,” I replied, remembering … Continue reading the squeezo ( RUSTS!)