Maggie Friend's Posts - world of wiffledust2024-03-28T13:45:58ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriendhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/365313270?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://worldofwiffledust.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=23xx4r0jsmb76&xn_auth=noCommunity: Coffee Klatchtag:worldofwiffledust.com,2012-06-17:2870411:BlogPost:964502012-06-17T18:09:58.000ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriend
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<p><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/403864033?profile=original" target="_self"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/403864033?profile=original" width="250"></img></a> Keep the internet open. We've heard that we need to sacrifice our privacy to prevent piracy, pornography, and now they just want law enforcement to have the right to snoop at any time. That's what it's always been about. Please support our Canadian neighbors by denying PM Harper this right to their data. Thank you.…</p>
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<p>Photo Credit: Tek-Corner <a href="http://tek-corner.com/what-you-need-to-know-about-the-internet-snooping-bill-and-how-you-can-protect-yourself#.T1FHFVHd3IY">http://tek-corner.com/what-you-need-to-know-about-the-internet-snooping-bill-and-how-you-can-protect-yourself#.T1FHFVHd3IY</a></p>Love in Three Photostag:worldofwiffledust.com,2012-02-12:2870411:BlogPost:917432012-02-12T23:30:00.000ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriend
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<p><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/983056320?profile=original" target="_self"><img src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/983056320?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750" class="align-full"></a><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/983057010?profile=original" target="_self"><img src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/983057010?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750" class="align-full"></a></p>Homage to My Father (in 4 parts)tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-10-01:2870411:BlogPost:194162010-10-01T06:00:27.000ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriend
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">June 16, 2008</span></span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last year, on my father's birthday, he began to reminisce about being six years old and catching tadpoles and bathing in the washtub in front…</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last year, on my father's birthday, he began to reminisce about being six years old and catching tadpoles and bathing in the washtub in front of the fireplace which was the only heat. His family lived in poverty in a rented wooden house near the train tracks. There was a cut in the hillside to make it easier for the train to make it up the grade and, on the other side of the cut, was an upscale hotel where Roosevelt and Churchill sometimes stayed. About 15 years ago, my father visited his hometown and had dinner in that hotel. He felt guilty, he said, about enjoying that meal knowing that neither his parents or grandparents could have afforded it. The rooms, he read, are all furnished with feather beds, fireplaces, and ball-and-claw foot tubs so deep that you can soak up to your chin. My father is intelligent, if under-educated, but more prominent are his distrust, fear, and anger. He has never lost the sense that the world did not treat him fairly. These stories help to fill in the mosaic of that man. I'd like to rent him Roosevelt's room.</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">July 10, 2008</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On a Tampa beach many moons ago, when the tide was out and the gulls were laughing, as they always do, a miraculous event occurred. A child of nature was born and swept ashore upon the change of the tide. She ran naked up and down the beach joyfully breathing in the fresh clean air. Then, swooping down from clouds above a large white stork setttled on the smooth white sand and said, hop aboard, don't you know you can't go traipsing around all bare and new. So the child of nature climbed aboard and the next thing she knew she was in a smelly hospital bed having no idea how she came to be there but she couldn't wait to return to nature once again and the stork that brought her. Happy Birthday child of nature. Our card, as usual, will arrive late. Stork mail wasn't available. People just don't believe in storks any more and thus they are much more rare. You can save this for when I become a great and famous poet. Love, Mom & Dad</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">July 10, 2009</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maggie: I sit here savoring the warmth of the madera I toasted you with, my dear. It was to celebrate your birthday, wasn't it? Let me refill my glass, and perhaps the Madera will remind me again. Yes that was it. Your birthday---How could I forget? I must be aging more rapidly than you. I remember that first birthday well. That was when you were cavorting on the beach one day long ago. Well, maybe not so long....So hang on to your memories child of nature. Stay close to nature always. And stay forever young. But be careful of the Madera. Love, Dad.</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">September 28, 2010</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I got a reminder note from you awhile back that I had neglected to write you a birthday poem for your birthday. Do you realize what a drain that places on my limited creative resources? It is a lot of work, that's what it is and besides I am certain I will not be able to top the one I did last year. But I tried anyway and this is it.</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a time when you and I</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would stand barefoot in the sand</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As the waves grew quiet and the sky grew dark</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the sun sank slowly into the sea.</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We would look together at the sky and</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wait for the stars to appear one by one</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As a lonely Pelican flew solemnly seaward</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Egmont lighthouse would come alive portside</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the Anclote lighthouse would respond at starboard.</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The park was closing; we had to go.</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So our time was up for this single day</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And so we went to return next week</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To once again clear our minds and</span></div>
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Refresh our souls.</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember those days???</span></div>
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love, Dad</span></div>
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Could his voice <i>be</i> any raspier as he croons a love song or plumbs the darkest depths of the human heart and mind? What's he <i>doing</i> in there, with those creaks and groans and that <i>moaning</i> soft and low? They say he comes from down 'round San Diego way, leastwise, some here seem to wanna claim him...
Could his voice <i>be</i> any raspier as he croons a love song or plumbs the darkest depths of the human heart and mind? What's he <i>doing</i> in there, with those creaks and groans and that <i>moaning</i> soft and low? They say he comes from down 'round San Diego way, leastwise, some here seem to wanna claim him...here's lookin' at you kid...tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-08-10:2870411:BlogPost:163552010-08-10T00:16:07.000ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriend
When I was 20 or so, a cop rapped on the door of the apartment that I shared with Nancy, a girl that I did not know well. He needed to talk to her. I didn't know where she was and said so. "What is it <span style="font-style: italic;">with</span> you people?" he said. "You people? What exactly does that mean? Who are <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> to assume anything about me?!" my rebellious mouth retorted. My cat skittered out the door. <br></br><br></br>A generation has passed. I have…
When I was 20 or so, a cop rapped on the door of the apartment that I shared with Nancy, a girl that I did not know well. He needed to talk to her. I didn't know where she was and said so. "What is it <span style="font-style: italic;">with</span> you people?" he said. "You people? What exactly does that mean? Who are <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> to assume anything about me?!" my rebellious mouth retorted. My cat skittered out the door. <br/><br/>A generation has passed. I have traveled, studied at respected institutions, published papers, taught college courses. This morning I walked to the sidewalk like some entitled suburbanite to inspect my garden with coffee in hand when I was nearly knocked off my feet by some kid on a skateboard. "Hey, watch it!" "Sorry," he said, bashfully, hair in his face. Hopping back on the skateboard he turned, "I didn't mean to you know..." No, certainly not, I thought as I raised my cup. "Here's lookin' at you kid!"<br/>Sleep is...tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-08-06:2870411:BlogPost:159532010-08-06T01:30:12.000ZMaggie Friendhttp://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/MaggieFriend
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<div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Sleep is the place where the minutiae of daily life, having been given their time, make way for grander possibilities. At night, the owl and the cricket remind me of the very breadth of life and of all that is beautiful about fog and quiet and darkness. Sleep is the time when I am free to imagine (or remember?) myself: magician, the madonna, the flapper, the sage. I awaken renewed and…</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Sleep is the place where the minutiae of daily life, having been given their time, make way for grander possibilities. At night, the owl and the cricket remind me of the very breadth of life and of all that is beautiful about fog and quiet and darkness. Sleep is the time when I am free to imagine (or remember?) myself: magician, the madonna, the flapper, the sage. I awaken renewed and multi-faceted; not just the strict professor that my students see but a whole cast of characters rich with vision and possibility.</p>
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