My grandmother, in her youth, taught in a one-room schoolhouse in rural Canada. I have heard no testimony to her teaching style but I suspect it of being badass. I inherited her unnaturally strong teeth and her sense of superiority. Her first husband died of polio and her second husband was my grandfather, meaning that I owe my life to polio. When the second husband died she dug furiously in her garden all the following spring, planting with a vengeance, mad as hell about the whole thing, probably thinking, I have no problem keeping things alive, God, what’s your damn problem?
prevailing winds
someone at the front door
selling echoes
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Haibun Today 8.3, December 2014
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Bella la tua testimonianza sulla tua nonna, doveva essere una persona tosta. Io però sono dell’idea che i ricordi fanno parte della nostra vita, ci accompagnano e alle volte ci fanno compagnia. Ciao!
Grazie, Anna Maria. 🙂
This is great storytelling. I love how the story is displayed on the photo. Love the grandmother’s quote. A powerful story.
not to mention the haiku. altogether wonderful.
glad everyone liked this piece!
Hi Melissa – I did an introduction to haibun in our writing group recently and this was one of five I chose to demonstrate what a wonderful form it is – love it! 🙂
marion
Wow, how great to hear that, Marion! I’m so glad you like this. 🙂