Tuesday, December 17, 2013

WHEN CAN YOU SAY YOU’VE…

…TRULY BEAT THE ODDS?
   [ANSWER: AFTER 35 YEARS]




























































12-18-2013:
HAPPY 35TH
TO MY BIGGEST FAN
[from yours!]


                                                                   XMAS 1978 and XMAS 1979

Friday, December 6, 2013

FOR YOU: THE WILL STILL REIGNS!

At 20 years of age, the ‘will’ reigns; at 30, the wit; 
and at 40, the judgment.

                                                                                 Benjamin Franklin









12-7-2013

Our Pearl Harbor ‘surprise’
(i.e., 20 years ago)!! 

And many happy returns…
XOX, your family.




P.S. …and don’t be so ‘cavalier’ about no longer being a teenager!!!!!




Thursday, November 21, 2013

WHEN LOSS IS SUDDEN…



NOVEMBER REQUIEM
by Lisa Porter-Grenn

‘Mid Fall’s unfruitful clutches,
Looms an anecdotal breeze;
The frozen, slattern sky above
Has brought us to our knees.

 Beneath the siege of rage and tears,
Breathe strains of ’63:
A man, a car, his wife, three shots…
(Where were those gods that be?)

Out from that day that conquered me,
      A child of six, or so;
I garner praise for hands of grace
      That stayed my childlike soul.


It was a school-day, some recall:
A Friday, if you will;
A place named ‘Dallas’ fell apart…
Under its weight, grew ill.

We sensed life’s wrath, the scent of death;
Bereavement rocks us still;
Hence, let all memory worn by years
Beseech us NOT to kill.

Adults who’d never shed one tear
Donned weary masks of pity,
The master of our fate cried out,
(A death knell… claimed our cities).
 L.P.-Grenn  copyright 2013


Saturday, November 2, 2013

A MOMENT IN TIME … [ our TIME ]




Margaret, child: “you’re grieving”,
Over nature’s gold dis-leaving;
Autumn bows to earth's protection:
Gentle winds of insurrection...


Ah, as our souls grow older,
They do wear their wounds much bolder;
By and by, through gracious sighs,
They seek that place where nothing dies;
And yet (and yet) souls still weep:
We know why…


Hence, no matter what thy name
Sorrowing springs yield all the same;
No sobriquet can quite express
The love left bare once fall’s undressed:
‘Tis the scar our minds were made for
 Yes, (it’s “Margaret” that I mourn for).


Adaptation of G. Manley’s poem by Lisa Porter-Grenn

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

IT'S THAT TIME OF THE SEASON...FOR BIRTHDAYS!

      10-9-13 : CAN 'IT' BE TRUE ?!?!




 WELL YES IT IS!!!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TO YOU!!!
 **********
                    HAPPY B’DAY, J.J. !!

FONDLY,
THE GRENN CLAN