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Location: Old Calton Cemetery, Edinburgh, Scotland
Location: Hallstatt, Austria
A grave doesn’t have to look plain and drab. It can be
beautiful and green adorned with flowers making it suitable for reflection and as a final resting place.
While in Austria, we spent a couple of days in Hallstatt, a small village in the Salzkammergut region.
After taking the funicular up to the salt mile 2,700 feet above sea level, we hiked back downhill amidst ferns and wildflowers always careful to watch our steps on rain-soaked trails.
Our hike ended in the rocky grounds of the Catholic cemetery where we saw each graveyard plot tended like a small garden. I couldn’t think of a better way to honor a departed loved one.
In Salzburg, a visit to St. Peter’s Cemetery showed the same tender loving care accorded to the graves. It must be an Austrian tradition.
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For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 24 March 2017
Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll
It was the house where his father took him when his mother passed away.
Being the child of the other woman, Ben suffered abuse and rejection from his stepmother and half-siblings.
Right after high school graduation, his military father said there was nothing more he could do for him and suggested that he join the Marines. It was a decision that would turn his life around.
“You can have it,” said the stepmother who had moved to another state and remarried after his father died in Vietnam.
“For how much?” Ben asked thinking he’d rebuild if the price was right.
Location: Skjolden, Norway
Photo Credit: Bart.Gov
There was a time when BART, the San Francisco Bay Area Transit System, offered poetry to its passengers. Below is a poem from an unknown author featured back in those days:
like a child
who tore a twig
and planted it
in a dixie cup full of dirt
no seeds, no roots, no hole for draining
because he could not bear to wait —
each time i am foolishly surprised
it withers without blooming
In one of her letters, Emily Dickinson said, “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.” This little gem most definitely fits the bill.
Sometimes, simple is simply the best. Written using ordinary words, it’s a poem that engages us. It reinforces the idea that full commitment is necessary to achieve the desired end. Anything less than that can lead to disappointment. If somebody knows the identify of the poet, please let me know so he or she can get the proper credit.
It was cool for BART to promote a bit of culture and literary experience in the past. I don’t know what stopped the transit authorities from doing it, but I do hope it wasn’t for lack of public interest. Should they bring it back, it’ll be a welcome diversion from the usual advertisements and notices displayed on its cars.