When
Diane was growing up she loved to write – stories, poems, limericks, little
songs. During the 40s and 50s there were
a number of children’s magazines which took submissions from readers to be
printed in one of the issues. Diane’s
favorite was “Playmate” and she was successful a few times, but can no longer
remember any of her writings. Well, some
phrases. She wrote about her uncle “My
uncle’s name is Jake. He has no more
hair than a snake……..” And there was a
poem about “The Drought of July” – yes, there are droughts in the western
regions of Oregon. The dust on the country roads was 5 or 6
inches deep and when the rains came the drops created smoking volcanoes until
everything turned to a giant mud bath.
She is
writing again, but only for her own amusement…
and yours!
# # #
1 comment:
Love Diane's whimsy! I do remember the look of a fresh rain drip on dry ground...large drops sounded plop, plop, plop! and the loose earth sent out ripples from its center...much like a pebble's plop into still water!
Post a Comment