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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Horse of Another Color,


My maternal grandmother was quite the colorful lady....from blue hair to amazing tales...she always captivated me with her childhood stories and interesting views on life.  I have never met anyone since that time who was even half as eccentric as my dear grandma was.  I have all the colorful memories of her tucked away swaddled in beautiful cloth....every once in a while I set them free like a wonderful pony out of it's fence.  Now the memories of my Mom ,well...that is a horse of another color.

Linking with Poetry Jam.

13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

my grandfather was much the same to me...ha and i have a few horses of a different color in the family as well...smiles.

Tifiny said...

lovely horse,

memories do carry colors.
beautiful reminders of beloved family memebrs.

Margaret said...

tucked away swaddled in beautiful cloth

beautiful.

And I LOVE your header photo!

Peggy said...

I love how colors inspired you here! Enjoyed the photos on your blog as well!

Helen said...

Perfect! The way I hope my grandchildren see me too! In living, vibrant color.

Laurie Kolp said...

yes... the blue hair and colorful stories are keepers for sure!

wood said...

nice! i have a few of those off-colored horses in my family as well, and a few black sheep. this reminds me of my grandfather, reminds me that i need to write down some of his stories, relive the tales. enjoyed the read, thank you for sharing it

Mary said...

I enjoy the eccentric. So often they are the most interesting people around. Carrie,I love the photo you chose to go along with 'horse of a different color.' Looks magical to me!

Saleslady371 said...

Now you've got my curiosity!

Victoria said...

I love the way you use quotes in your blog - so many good ones. And my maternal grandmother was one of the core people in my life too, not eccentric (I'm that one in the family) but so solid and full of love, appreciation of every simple moment. It was my grandfather on that side who had the amazing stories. Thanks for reminding me to honor them both today. And your poem does make me curious about your mother.

Mary Mansfield said...

I can totally relate, especially to the last line! Nicely done.

Jinksy said...

Coloured horses say cantering carousels to me...

kaykuala said...

Doing things out of turn can be a voyage of discovery. Those who do, have mustered the courage to face the consequences. And they are the ones who enjoy life - the off-colored horses!
Great food for thought!

Hank