Funny thing about history,
what it is depends on the county, country and the weight of its gravity.
Feelings collide, as they
present themselves,
usually contrary to another –
and another’s, yet again: Tell me, are you family or friend.
Reaction brings emotion to life,
as news provides.
Hands clap with smiles smiling, tears fall or steam rolls,
hearts break while minds run wild
holding on to hope – like a child.
The past is full of firsts,
today we wonder are there any left?
Celebrate the ordinary, and be considered a fool. We should be forcing the extreme and the new! As the Preacher says, “Don’t look back. Keep moving forward.”
Watch me pitch a fit,
and shake my finger …
100 years ago – This pig, THIS pig….
he was a winner.
And Colorado had never looked better.
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Haiku:
Yesterday’s Newspaper
What matters is all around
Life Simplified
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Yours,
Audrey
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
That’s some BIG hog — and likely “grown” without today’s additives. As a former journalist, I miss the “good ole days” when news like this was indeed news. Now, I guess more folks would prefer watching that hog dance on Instagram!
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Hogs are dancing on Instagram?!?!?! 😳😝
Thank you for reading, Debbie. Yes, these every day moments sure cause me take a breath and sit a while.
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It’s telling that few understand the embedded news in the story. Does that tell on us (now) or them (then)? To steal a thought from Mr. Donne, I wonder for which clod we are less?
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Ha. The great Rev.
Might it be known, that as I wrote this I thought, if C ever reads this, he’ll see the historical value of this post. Historians, especially those interested in our military will recognize the communication circuit that was making waves around the country. Hogs and TV images were important, yet, men were being overlooked.
Hope all is well in your camp. ♡ Been thinking of ya’ll. A lot.
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“Rev.”?
Wonder how many remember TV and radio going off at night.
Can’t imagine there are hardly any who understand the reasons for caring about bovine genetics. Don’t think hog killin’ will displace Black Friday.
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Maybe we are thinking of two different people. The poet forced into ministry came to my mind. Sorry for the confused brow you must have been wearing trying to figure me out.
I can remember after the TV going dark after Tales of the Darkside was over – I never watched it, as it terrified me, but that’s when my big brother would finally climb the stairs to go to bed.
Good Friday could leave entirely, and I’d never know it.
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John Dunne and interconnected experience is what (I believe) I was thinking.
Hope you are having a good day.
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I’m in Shipshewana, IN and it just might be heaven on earth. I have so many questions about life here.
Hope you are well, C.
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Like “At what age do kids there learn to spell the place name?”
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… legacies are often times hidden in plain sight – not many still living know Chautauqua . Maybe a big-top tent reference would have began a different conversation. Communication was deliberate back in those days. How nice, actually.
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Funny thing, reflecting on life these days – and you do it beautifully with this piece, Audrey. These days, drawing out the tension between ordinary moments and history’s milestones—reminds us to appreciate what’s right in front of us. Your haiku captures this perfectly, and as with the others here, I wonder what haiku you’ll be writing about 100 years from today about this crazy world we live in 🙃. Take care, my poetess extraordinare ❤️!
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Hello, Mr. Collis! Goodness me, imagine 100 years from now, my Haiku even being around to see. *smiles*
I adore the history of the Midwest. This little piece just made me think, ya know?! Sometimes the hard stuff is easier to ignore, and yet there is value in our every day.
Sending much love, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire ♡
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It is amazing what made news 100 years ago. I wonder what of what we’ve done will be worth reading about 100 years for now.
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Hi, Dan. I don’t wanna live in a world where a prize winning hog doesn’t make the news. The “high” felt by just briefly connecting with another state must be similar to our sighting a famous person.
This little newspaper clipping is like finding a time capsule.
Wondering now what I’d put in mine for those living 100 years from today. ♡
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❤️
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