Write About Before or After a Holiday

Salt or Sugar?

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Students - Happy almost April Fools' Day!  It's not for a couple of more days, but Sunday is our day to be prankters.  I like writing holiday poems, but I also like writing poems about the days before or after holidays.  I did this with Groundhog Day too, with the poem February 3.

You might try this - just think about a holiday, any holiday.  Then list the feelings and preparations one might do BEFORE this holiday.  After this, list the feelings and activities one might do AFTER this holiday.  Pick one idea and go with it.  You may just find a good writing idea in those lists.

If you missed my Tuesday post, you might be interested in taking a peek at my new book with Lou Fancher and Steve Johnson.  It is titled WITH MY HANDS: POEMS ABOUT MAKING THINGS, and you can see the trailer and learn more HERE.  The giveaway winner is Nerdy Knitter...so if that's you, please drop me an e-mail to amy at amylv dot com.  If you're interested in another giveaway, Clarion/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt is giving away 10 copies on Twitter. Just follow the directions on my pinned Twitter post HERE to enter by April 3.

If you missed last Friday's post by Second Grade Teacher Darlene Daley and her poets, I recommend going back to read it. These writers teach us, through narrative and poetry, all about showing and not telling with our words.  I am thankful to share the work of teachers and young writers and welcome classes who wish to share interesting poetry work Poem Farm readers to reach out to me.

National Poetry Month begins on Sunday, and I will be doing a special daily poem project here which I have juuuuust decided upon!  You can see it in my sidebar here.  (This is an update from this morning when I still did not know what the project will be!) 

Find out about all kinds of other cool poem projects at Jama's Alphabet Soup, where Jama shares the 2018 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup!  Hooray for National Poetry Month!

Heidi is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup at my juicy little universe with a history of the Poetry Friday Progressive Poem.  Visit Heidi's place to learn about this and to find out about all of this week's Poetry Friday Posts...

ps - It's salt!

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Let an Object Inspire a Question

A Gift from K to Me

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Students - Isn't that quilt square beautiful?  A friend just sent it to me...and she made a matching one for herself.  So even though we live far away from each other, we can look at our quilt squares and feel our friendship.  I love it.  In fact, I love it so much that it made me want to write a poem as a way of thanking my friend K.

Sometimes an object can give a person a big feeling.  This quilt square made me think about how much I love handmade gifts, both receiving and giving them.  It made made ask a question to all who read the poem - an invitation to remember any handmade gifts from our pasts.

You might want to try this.  Walk around your home or outside or look around inside your backpack or desk and choose an object.  Think about the questions it inspires.  List these questions, choose one, and write!

This poem almost grew up to be a Shakespearean - or English - sonnet.  But it stopped growing at line 12.  See, if this were a complete sonnet, there would be a rhyming couplet (two lines) at the end.  And as I wrote this, I chose to leave the question hanging rather than to wrap it up with a couplet including my reflection. Yes, the poem had a mind of its own!

I could not be more grateful and excited to share that my new READ! READ! READ! illustrated by Ryan O'Rourke, has made the 2017 Nerdies List for Poetry and Novels in Verse. It is a wonderful list and a wonderful honor. Thank you, Nerdy Book Club!

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Over at my other blog, Sharing Our Notebooks, you can find a wonderful peek into Julie Patterson's notebooks. Leave a comment...and you just may win a book. Do so soon as there will be a new post up after January 1.

Heidi is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at my juicy little universe with a beautiful celebration of poems about trees...and a photo of some lovely handmade gifts too. Please visit! We meet weekly, and everyone is invited.

Happy glorious last Poetry Friday of 2017 to all of you!  I am very grateful for this community...for those of you I know personally and those of you whom I have not yet met.  See you in 2018!

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Free Verse & Making Up Our Own Holidays

Tractor One

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Tractor Two

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Tractor Three

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Students - Today's poem is about yesterday here on the road of The Poem Farm. There were many tractors out and about, and they looked so happy and full of energy, just tilling up the land once more.  Here on our road, when the tractors are out, you can sometimes see people standing by the road watching.  I like to imagine what they are thinking about.

This is a free verse poem, though it does have one rhyme right at the very end.  This is something I do sometimes when writing free verse, just bring things together with a rhyme at the closing.  I enjoyed playing with the images here and also with the sounds of the words.

Today's poem is about a made-up holiday, the day when the tractors come out. As I type these words, I realize that this idea of making up holidays reminds me of a favorite book, Byrd Baylor's I'M IN CHARGE OF CELEBRATIONS.

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We each are in charge of our own celebrations, and if you wish, you might even think about a special day that feels like a holiday...but is not actually on the calendar.  Go ahead - write a poem about it.  If you're not sure how to begin, feel free to borrow my words -- "There is one day..."

Over at Sharing Our Notebooks, it is a joy to welcome teacher Katie Liseo and her adventurous student notebookers with a very inspiring post and giveaway of Aimee Buckher's NOTEBOOK KNOW-HOW.  Laura Shovan's fabulous post is also still up and the giveaway still open - visit behind the scenes of THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY HERE.

Margaret is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at Reflections on the Teche.  Enjoy her persona poem and family story as she writes to the beat of her nephew Jack's drum!  Too, dive into all kinds of poetry offerings, today and every Poetry Friday.  All are always welcome!

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Mother's Day - Writing Presents for Those We Love

Debby Ludwig and Me 1995

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Students - Mother's Day is Sunday! And today's poem is dedicated to my own wonderful mother, Debby Ludwig, a great human being, retired fourth grade teacher, and inspiration to me.  I am very lucky to be her child and to share her with my wonderful sister Heidi.

Holidays are a beautiful time to pick up your pen and write a tribute poem or a letter to someone you love. And we moms love the things that our children make so much.  Words are little presents, better than any object on any shelf in any store.

I would call today's poem a "thinking to yourself poem" because that's exactly how it sounds, like a person thinking to her or himself.  If you have something on your mind, you might try this out. Such thinking-on-the-page gives a poem a conversational sound.

It's a delight this week to be visiting Brave Writer's Poetry Teatime this week as part of an interview and podcast with Julie Bogart about...poetry!

And over at Sharing Our Notebooks, I am thrilled to welcome my poetry friend, the talented Laura Shovan with her process piece about THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY.  Enjoy learning all about the planning of her fabulous new verse novel, and leave a comment to be entered into a giveaway for a signed copy!

Sylvia is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at Poetry for Children with some wonderful resources and books for celebration mothers.  

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A Bit of Personification on New Year's Eve

Old Year Lodge

by Amy LV

Students - Happy Almost New Year!  One of my 2015 resolutions is to spend more time writing in my notebook, finding new friends such as these old years in their number sweaters.  You'll see that today's poem turns years into people.  And while we all know that years are not people, as I wrote this poem...they became people. In poetry, this is called personification - giving something that is not human the qualities of a human.  Years do not wear sweaters.  Yet here they do.  Such is the magic of poetry.  You can make it so.

Today's poem is in free verse.  As I always say, writing in free verse causes me to read and reread over and over, listening for sound and rhythms that are not metrically regular, but still work for a reader's ear.

I am very grateful for this past year: for the healing of friends, for the healing of hearts in my life.  I am thankful for new friends young and old and for the many books and meals I have been lucky enough to take in over the past twelve months. I am grateful for family, for my health and for having been a living, breathing human in this year of 2014.  

I wish you and yours a year full of goodness, light, and warm enchantment.  May this woolen number of 2015 bring you joy.

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Memorial Day & Poppies

Poppies in Our Yard on May 27, 2012

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This poem is in the public domain.

Buddy Poppy Given to Hope on May 26, 2012

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Students - In the United States, Memorial Day, once called Decoration Day, is a day to remember those who have died in service to our country.  Today many people will decorate the graves of their loved ones and many others will salute veterans in local parades.  Even more people will fly flags outside their homes, thinking about and silently thanking soldiers who have died.

"In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae, is one of America's most famous war poems, and today I am thinking about all who have given their lives in service in war.  My poem is just a quiet moment, a sitting and thinking moment in a cemetery or at the base of a statue, or even kneeling before a small flag or in front of a photograph.

My mother's father, Norman Dreyer, fought in World War II, and we were lucky that he came home.  Not all were so lucky.

You can read a little about Lieutenant John McCrae, writer of "In Flanders Fields," as well as the history of this poem and the symbolism of the poppy, here.  And you can listen to the poem below.

Here is McCrae's poem as a song.

If you would like to download free sheet music for "In Flanders Fields," click here.

No matter our countries, let us all sit quietly for a moment today, honoring the memories of all people worldwide and through history, all people who have died in the name of war. And let us show love.

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My Birthday - Poems about Occasions

Calendar

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Happy birthday to all leap year babies!

Students - Today's poem is a holiday poem, a math poem, and a riddle poem! The other day, when I sat down to write, I got thinking about what a special year this is...leap year! I stopped to think about those with birthdays on February 29 and how they can only celebrate their true birth date every four years.

Writing a math riddle poem is a neat little exercise.  Just come up with a math problem in your head (or on paper) and then play around with it and with words, turning it into a verse.

Having a leap year birthday puts a person in a special sort of club, much like being a lefty. And so of course, there is a group you can belong to. It's called The Honor Society of Leap Year Day Babies. You can read about why founder Peter Brouwer founded this group here at the LOS ANGELES TIMES.

Did you know that there is a special newspaper that only comes out on leap days?  It's in France, and it's called La Bougie du Sapeur!

To read about some children who have leap year birthdays, check out THE WASHINGTON POST.  To read a bout a leap year couple, check out npr.  Too, npr has some suggestions about how to spend this extra 24 hours...

And now for a few words from Marilla, NY native, Scott Gowanlock, about having a leap year birthday.

I love having a leap year birthday because I can trick people when they ask my actual birthday. They don't actually believe I am actually five years old, so when I show them my license, they are amazed. Also, 75% of the time I can have a 2-day birthday because I was born in February so we celebrate it on the 28th, but I was also born the day after the 28th which is March 1. This gives me a 2-day birthday! We usually celebrate it on whichever weekend falls closest to the day, either before or after.

When I was born, I was supposed to be on the news as I was the first Buffalo leap year baby born in 1992. However, on that same day, a woman had her second leap year baby so they interviewed her instead.

Thank you, Scott.   Happy birthday!

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February 13 & Tap-Tap-Tapping

 

Henry's Valentine Hearts & Scraps

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Students - When I sat to type and reread and revise today's poem, our daughter Georgia came to ask me a question. I said, "Just a minute...I have to finish something." Then she watched (and listened) as I drummed my right hand fingers quickly and quietly on the desk.

When finished, I looked up at Georgia and said, "Yes?"

"What were you doing?" she asked.

"Counting syllables in each line," I said, proceeding to tap again. I showed her how every line in this poem has eight syllables, except for line six, which only has seven syllables.

Yes, poets do count! Try this with a rhyming poem you like. Count and see if there is a pattern to the beats. You may notice a pattern to the rhymes as well. In "February 13," each group of four lines ends with a different rhyme:  -OO,     -ACE, and -ISS

There is still time to make a valentine for your family, friend, or crush! Try a woven heart basket, as in the photo above, or sewn paper hearts like the ones below...or maybe a heart snowflake like the one you see at the bottom of this post.

Gigi's Valentines

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Here's another crush poem!

Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours!

Hope's Heart Snowflake

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Groundhog Day Poem - The Day After

Phil Alone

by Amy LV

 

Yesterday morning, I was toodling around the Internet, and I visited The Writer's Armchair with Toby Speed.  I read her adorable and quirky post about Groundhog Day and mused, "How could I forget that it's Groundhog Day?"  Wrapped in our storm excitement, Phil and his shadow had slipped right by me.

Lamenting the fact that I had not written a poem in honor of the occasion, I searched for a way to still write a meaningful poem for all of the groundhogs of the world.  Aha!  "What about the REST of the days, the days that are NOT February 2?" I asked myself, wondering if ol' Phil feels lonely in August.  Hence, poem #309.

Students -has anyone ever told you that if you are drawing and make an error, you can fix the error to look like something else?  Often, we can change our mistakes and find something salvageable in them.  So you might start a poem, not love it all, but just use one word or one image to build a fresh poem.  Yesterday, I did this.  I wished I had written a Groundhog Day poem for the day itself, but I found a way to still write one from this new perspective.  Had I written a groundhog poem in the first place, today's idea may have never come forth.

Today I am thankful for mistakes and working with them.

Teachers - the Amber Brown grant application deadline has been extended to March 1, 2011.  This grant "brings a guest author or illustrator to a school that cannot normally afford to do so."  If your school, or the school of someone you know might qualify, visit here for the application.

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For Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. - Poem #292

"Any law that uplifts human personality is just.

Any law that degrades human personality is unjust."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Today is an important day.

Earlier this week, Carol Rasco from Rasco from RIF tweeted, "Dr. King's letter from the Birmingham Jail and the statement by local clergy prompting the letter. http://bit.ly/hDM72e"  

I followed Carol's link and through her blog found Dr. King's Letter from a Birmingham Jail and the Statement by Alabama Clergymen Directed Against Martin Luther King Jr. I had never read either of these documents before, and if you have not done so, I highly recommend you do.

Students -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s letter is so strong, so eloquent, and choosing one point was important to me in writing today's poem.  This section inspired me deeply:

"First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate.  I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice...Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.  Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection."

I wanted to write about silence, how choosing silence is as dangerous as choosing evil.  I began writing and very soon, I began to struggle with rhyme.  Entering "silent" into RhymeZone, there was only one rhyme: violent.  I was startled, and I knew that this rhyme would form the foundation of my poem.

Today we can read about the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial under construction in Washington DC.  Every day we can live our lives as walking memorials, standing up for good and speaking out for justice.

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Poem #277 Wishes Everyone a Happy 2011!

A New Year, A New Friend

by Amy LV

Students - sometimes we are very busy, so busy that it is difficult to imagine carrying on with our work.  But it is at those very times that pushing through and finding a moment for our passions is important.  This holiday week has been wonderful - full of house guests and celebrating.  But yesterday, on my way home from the grocery store, I pulled over into a parking lot to write.  I knew it would be a busy New Year's Eve (ice skating!), and I wanted to be sure to give my notebook a bit of my time and attention, just as if it were a hungry pet.

Writers Write Everywhere

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May your new year be full of love, blessings, and poems too!

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Advent Doors & Windows Glow - #265!

Advent Calendar & House

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At this time of year, our home is spilling ingredients and materials for making all kinds of Christmas goodies.  It's messy and sweet-smelling and beautiful.  Naturally, my poems are springing from some of our own family's joy in this season.

Today marks Day #265 of poems.  This means that there are only 100 poems left in my MyPoWriYe (My Poem Writing Year) challenge to write and post a new daily poem.

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Reach into the Candy Dish with #260!

Candy Dish

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Students - the image of stained glass candies twinkling in a dish flashed across my mind yesterday.  I'd just purchased a bulk bag of such candies for gingerbread house decorating.  Later, I imagined them clinking together and catching the light.  This reminded me of my husband Mark's grandmother, who always had a full candy dish in her house.  I used to love seeing what she had in there...and so did our children!  Grandmas are great that way.

As I wrote this poem, I could not help but think of my favorite candy poem, one which flashes across my own inward eye often, Valerie Worth's "sweets."  I love the ending of this poem:

Strange

How they manage

To flavor

The paper

page.

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Once again, I recommend this book highly for all classrooms, homes, and all who want to learn about metaphor, making each word count, and seeing so much in our world.

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Christmas Trees Wait for Homes - #257

 Boy Scout Tree Lot in Yorkshire, NY

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Going Home

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Yesterday our family went to find our Christmas tree.  Sometimes we chop a tree down, and sometimes we find one on a lot.  This year we bought one from the Boy Scouts, and they were so helpful showing us all around, bringing the tree to our car.  Later in the day, driving along, the first two lines of this poem popped into my head.  Our daughter Georgia loves the song "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" so that song has been in my mind lately.  I wrote down those two first lines and the rest followed.  

Students - I did try writing this poem in stanzas of four lines, each of two couplets.  But because of the way that lines 12 and 13 flow into each other, beginning a new stanza didn't feel or sound right to me.

One bit of writing advice for today: do NOT put a frozen pizza in the oven before you write a poem with the intent that you will interrupt your writing to pull it out.  That's what I did last night, and let's just say that dinner was a bit hard to eat.

Here is an incredibly dear Christmas poem, "little tree" by e.e. cummings, one of our family's favorites.

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With Thanksgiving & Gratitude...Poem #237

Students - last week I was in Florida and needed to take a taxi ride.  The taxi driver and I got talking, and I learned that he is from Haiti.  Most of his family still lives there, and as you know, Haiti continues to suffer from devastating earthquake-effects and disease.  He explained how his auntie saved to help him come to America and how he would like to help another family member come too, but it is more and more difficult to do so because of laws and money.  He explained how he would like to go to school, but how his expenses require that he work instead.  When I said that his mother must be proud that he was safe and doing well, he told me that his mother died when he was born.  I got out of that taxi knowing that I am not doing enough to help people in my community.

Our country has a history of welcoming new people, just as the Native Americans welcomed and helped the Pilgrims on that first Thanksgiving.  And this is a good week to look within and ask ourselves if there is someone in our class or school, someone in our community we might welcome warmly.  No, you probably won't teach anyone how to plant corn.  But if you have a new student in your school, you might sit next to him at lunch or share a joke on the bus.  If I have a new neighbor, I might bring over a pie and a smile.

My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving, and in honor of this day, I will list ten things for which I am grateful.  Not big things like whole people, but little gratitudes:

 the sound and feel of a real wood fire

talking with a child about his or her writing

Nutella

        knowing that my family is snug in their beds

        picking strawberries under summer sun

losing track of time while writing

knowing that someone loves me no matter what

our cat Mini's purr (he is the most grateful creature)

a poem that makes me feel not-alone

being inside when soft heavy snowflakes fall 

Listing before writing always gets me going.  In fact, this list of gratitudes might spark a set of poems.  For what are you thankful?  Would you please tell me in the comments?  If you are a student in school, perhaps your teacher might write in sharing some gratitudes of your class.  Let a spirit of Thanksgiving hold us all like a boat.

Oh!  As I write, a bit of news bursts through my computer.  Someone new to be thankful for...little baby Violet.  For the past several months, her father has documented his parenting-anticipation in short and beautiful posts.  To read this writer's notebook style journal of baby-waiting, visit Bill M's blog, Daddled.  He plans to continue posting, and I'd like to send my warm congratulations to the whole family.

Teachers - tomorrow I will share a few highlights from NCTE and will link to more extensive posts with all poetry-session highlights!

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Celebrating Children's Day with Poem #235

Love

by Amy LV

My children have asked me many times, "When is Children's Day?"  Well, different countries celebrate Children's Day on different days.  The United Nations recommends today, November 20, as a "Universal Children's Day", a day to promote "worldwide fraternity and understanding between children" as well as  "the welfare of the children of the world".  You can read a bit more about Children's Day here.

Days like this make me ask myself, "What can I do?" as well as "What will I do?"

THE MILESTONES PROJECT, by Michele and Richard Steckel, is an exquisite book full of photographs of children and writing by adults and children from all over the world.  It beautifully and honestly highlights children's common experiences, from haircuts to birthdays to lost teeth.  

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Students - Happy Children's Day to you all!  Enjoy your day and perhaps take a moment to think about a child you will never meet, living far away, dreaming some of the same dreams as you.
 

Teachers and Parents - Happy Children's Day to you...those who give to children each day.

 

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To You on Veterans Day - Poem #226

 Small Flag in Wales, NY

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Students - it is clear to see that I wrote this poem in honor of an important day.  Each life is sprinkled with holidays for all as well as private family celebrations, and such special days deserve poems.  For this one, my biggest challenge was striking a serious and grateful tone without sounding sad or sappy.

Yesterday morning at Wales Primary, I had the opportunity to chat with a custodian and teacher in the hallway before the children arrived.  The school custodian held a perfectly- folded flag in his arms, and he gently held it against his chest as we talked.  Our words turned to a young local man, killed this week in Afghanistan, and to the sacrifices our veterans make each day, each hour.  As that gentleman walked outside to raise the school flag to half-mast, we all began our day with honor in our hearts.

Today is Veterans Day.  But Veterans serve all year.  We may not know who they are because they don't wear uniforms and medals when they come home and return to teaching, delivery, medical, construction, and all other jobs.  If you know that someone is a veteran, though, my friend and soldier-mother Lynda says that it means so much when we say, "Thank you for your service."

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Lift Souls on the Day of the Dead! - #216

Spencerport Cemetery

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Marilla Cemetery

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 Spencerport Cemetery

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In Mexico, Day of the Dead continues through November 2, a time when people remember and seek to encourage visits from the souls of the departed.  This is a day of glorious reunions, sugar skulls, and altars.

Students - there are times when words spoken to you stay forever.  We don't know how, and sometimes there is no apparent reason why, but some words stay.  For me, hearing that "We die twice" stayed.  I heard that phrase a long time ago, so long ago that I cannot even remember where.  But just the other day, thinking about walking through churchyards, I imagined keeping body-dead people alive a bit longer.  So I really did walk through two cemeteries this week, touching the cold marble rectangles, speaking names, and imagining I could prolong these "second deaths".

What stays with you?  You may not think of something this minute, but listen to yourself.  Listen to those words that just pop up from time to time or the voices or advice that you cannot shake.  Such words may be saying, "I want you to write about me!"

Today is a good day to remember those we have all lost, to ask them to remember us, to speak their names once more.

It is the first day of National Novel Writing Month, with information about the Young Writers Program here.   Also, if you live in WNY, the fabulous Rochester Children's Book Festival is this coming Saturday, November 6.  This family-friendly, free event is a don't-miss, full of author talks, opportunities to have books signed, illustrator demonstrations, and more.  (Thank you to Melinda Harvey for reminding me to post such a wonderful happening!)

 Marilla Cemetery

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