a lifetime
thinking it over
all the joys
the sadness
imprinting generations
building our strength
3/5/3/3/7/5 Shadorma Poetry
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Nothing like a box Chevy (during a rebuild), booze, old country music and big brother’s barn on a Friday night. Baby, Middle and Red claiming seats as big brother chuckles. None of us would have it any other way. I love when we get together and laugh over ourselves.
Everyone’s version of our story is a little different, but oh we four see it the same… I love’em!
So inspiring to know you and your sibs are still close, Audrey. So many, sad to say, drift apart … or have a knock-down, drag-out fight. Love your Shadorma, too — I’ve never heard of that one, so thanks for educating me!
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My friend, Ben, writes Shadormas and a part of me is drawn to the expectation and rules of the format. Learning the pattern and pushing myself towards something new was nice. I have to practice.
My siblings and I are close. We’ve always been best friends and lucky to have had parents who taught us to lean on one another…even if at the time it was more clinging out of fear.
Thanks, D β‘
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I see you found something special to hang your (first) shadorma on. π
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Smiling. I did.
Go easy on me… π
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Perhaps you should be going easy on yourself. I can’t see anything wrong your poem personally.
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A “whip & a stick” could make a CB reach out a ways. Also made folks TV mess up as you went by but life is imperfect isn’t it.
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*giggles* Heaven forbid you go around the block too many times.
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Sadly I’ve been around the block enough times to be up on blocks.
I remember the heyday of CBs well. They still have their uses. Miss riding along talking all night to the trucks around you. It was always neat to hear a voice a thousand miles from home and recognize the guy you talked to all night to months before at the next pump.
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This being harvest time in Nebraska, the guys use theirs a lot these days. I have to giggle when I watch my brother go from a movie or YouTube music videos on his cell phone to clicking that CB to answer a question. Nothing like meshing the decades together.
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Been a long time since I’ve seen one outside an OTR rig. They would be mighty handy in that situation though. The terrain around here makes them impractical for using that way though.
The more things change the more they stay the same.
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During harvest the guys get a lot of semi time. As giddy as they look behind the wheel you’d think it was Spring Break. 171 hours in two weeks for my brother. Could also be lack of sleep and adrenaline.
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This I get. I’ve had periods where I averaged over 110 hours a week for months on end. You get to a point where something that is muscle memory (such as fueling or an elevator run) is a break in it’s own odd way. Your body is on autopilot so your brain gets to relax.
Make sure he gets a good and varied diet. A lack of that will cause unexpected problems.
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Lucky you all are, Red.
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Chum, we’re so very aware. Wonderful to see you.
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Oh, so very quaint, and there’s four of us too, I’ll see if I can find that pic of us in front of dads old Bedford truck., no , can’t find the truck one, but this’ll have to do !! from the left, Lawrence, Myfanwy, Danny and Ivor https://1drv.ms/i/s!Asumt4cZ9A65g6loXGH5nDFCKsdVwA
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Thanks! Just the opposite of us, Ivor. Thank you for sharing your family photo. So cute! I have a couple super cute ones of us, I may need to find and post them here, too.
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This is a wonderful family memory, quixotic (everyone piled in a truck stuck in a garage and going nowhere) and endearing – all of you together. My first shadorma poem, to the best of my knowledge.
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We used to sit outside in a ’67 Chevy and talk on my Dad’s CB for hours…this is where it all began. Now, my brother has this fancy barn where he keeps his hobbies. We gravitate to it without thinking. Much like people do to grandma’s kitchen. We’re each other’s best friends. Tight.
My first shadorma, too. I liked the challenge. Thanks, Shari
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Classic! What a wonderful project π
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Yes, farm boys joy, for sure. He has a history of finding these gems and returning them to their glory. I’m still annoyed he got rid of the cherry red one…we ALL are…she sat up so high. He’d smush us all into it and we’d cruise town. My brother can get his cruise on. Dan, I knew you’d appreciate my brother’s hobby. We love hanging out in his space. Smells Uber manly, too.
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I know that smell, and those sounds. Iβve worked on a couple cars with friends, and helped one guy (very little) with his truck. Fun projects and fun rides.
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I’ve always enjoyed watching him tinker in his relaxation.
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I loved those old pickups. They are worth the rebuild. Solo cups, music, loved ones. It just doesn’t get any better than that. (That antenna is a whopper too.)
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I didn’t notice the antenna till you pointed it out – thank you, John. Looks like it’s going fishing.
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Some farm boys, when I was a teenager and before…and after, had two of those antenna. One on either side. I could nearly tell you how fast they were going by the bend in the whip. My brother puts one on their now because old habits die hard…and no a pickup like this one, especially during the rebuild. “Needs” it. Studly. Ha.
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It does, doesn’t it. π
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You two city folk β‘β‘
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π
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Oh my word, yes, these pick-ups hold a special place in my brother’s heart. He fixes them up and sends them on their way only to get another to tinker with and fix. The pickups from his youth. π Those antenna are a sign of coolness, I believe. Ha.
This was Christmas night…we’d stolen out of the house and down to the barn for some late night adult time. After too much eggnog…nothing good comes after too much eggnog or a lot does… Witnesses are few. β‘
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The key is few witnesses for sure. (nobody tell mom, dad or the kids)
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Giggles so much! Especially the children. They’d never let us live it down. π
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So true.
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