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Fall Things!

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GOOD MORNING, Y’ALL!!  The rain from Helene is still to the west of us, but it is a crisp 67 degrees & I feel the first fingers of fall.     

On our walk this morning, Pokie & I counted 23 squirrels running about collecting the nuts blown about by the wind!  (My first thought was, “these squirrels are going  nuts” & laughed so loudly pup had to find him a spot.)

I’ve no idea what kind of wildflowers are growing along the road, but they are beautiful. 

The hawk who terrorized the neighborhood all summer wasn’t to be found. 

However, I spied two tiny birds I’ve never seen before & will have to look them up. (In a book I gifted myself this summer.😉)

Now for settling in with my first cappuccino of the season & a little writing on the Dauphin Island novel. 

❤️Go ahead, ask me how hyped I am that it is going to come a monstrous downpour – fOr hOuRs -on my writing day!!

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I feel Fall!!!

Central Park, Journal

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This morning, I was cleaning out my desk and found the following journal entry I paused to write while walking in Central Park. The entry didn’t make it into WE SHARE THE SAME SKY, a memoir.

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   At last, I have found a place that bears a resemblance to home -Central Park!

   I cannot live without trees, trees and leaves, leaves, oh, beautiful leaves.

   A sudden peace fills me, and reaching up, I pluck one from a nearby low limb.

   My intentions are to press it and put it away in a book so that one day when it is pulled down from its shelf, the page will fall open to this reminder, a token of a worthwhile week in the city.

   The words to my favorite Walt Whitman poem dance across my mind.

   “…All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green…”

   The light here in the park is different than that within the rest of the city. Nature reflects it differently. Or perhaps it is that it is absorbed more, rather than reflected.

   And, the sounds are more familiar to my heart. I can hear the laughter of children at play on the lawn, birds in the distance calling to one another from beneath the overhang of tree limbs, like the children -dancing, chirping.

   And suddenly, as though from nowhere in particular, I am hungry for home.

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   10 p.m. and I am back at the room, trying to find the name of the tree. Bark- dark grayish brown & rough, large dark green leaves. I flip through the pages of my field guide; back and forth I go. I find it and laugh loudly!

It is the Kentucky Coffeetree!

   There is no getting away from the South!!

     Elizabeth Mozley Partridge

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WHERE DO THE WORDS COME FROM…?

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SO SWEET IS THE SUMMER~The emergence of writing poetry coincided with my return to JSU to begin work on my Masters in 2004. I remember driving to Jacksonville one afternoon and looking out across the undulating grasses of farmland the words of a poem flitted along my mind. I immediately pulled over and rummaged through the jeep’s glove box to find an old envelope to write on. As pen touched paper, the words magically came.
That evening, I curled up in my writing chair and worked through the poem. As I typed it up, it began transforming. And when I sat back and reread it before determining it ‘done,’ I’d wondered at the mystery of it. Where do these words come from? Do they float out about us in our day to day? If we are consumed in thought or inattentive, are we unable to harness them?

SO SWEET IS THE SUMMER
So sweet is the summer
Feel
But fleeting
Feet tickled by long
Strands drenched
With emerald paints
Little girls
Dancing the fields
A semblance to
Grapes being stomped
Hands grasped tight
By fingers so small
Laughter bubbling, bouncing
As angels stand
Guard
Wanting to be
Like them

So sweet is the summer
Breeze
But fleeting
That nips against
Exposed skin
Young ladies bask
Gleaning rays to bronze
Sensual lengths
In hours that stretch
Without end
Abandonment
In thoughts
Of pungent males
And friends that have known
Touches
Wanting to be
Like them

So sweet is the summer
Time
But fleeting
Mothers lying
With harbored knowledge
Languidly
Chatting that talk
Too small
Hinting at ghosts
Promising
Roses in December
Tipped in variant corals
Like sips stolen of wild wine
By youthful girls
Coveting
Wanting to be
Like them
ELIZABETH MOZLEY PARTRIDGE
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FORGOTTEN MEMENTO

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In the mood to enjoy a little armchair traveling, I pulled an old favorite from the bookshelf. When the bookmark slid from between the pages, I expected it to be the water taxi ticket from our girls trip (me, Mother, Anderson) to Venice in 2008.

I am always tucking precious keepsakes into my books. Never would I have thought it would be my ticket to the 102nd Floor Observatory of the Empire State Building. I brought back very little from the trip to New York City that fate filled summer -other than a few souvenirs for the kids and two journals filled with notes that would become WE SHARE THE SAME SKY.

That was 15 years ago! Where does the time go? And, why does it pass so quickly?

The moments, the memories that comprise our lives are precious—-the good ones and the bad ones too, for they both shape us and define the paths we will choose.

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IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR!

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In the past, persimmon seeds have accurately forecast winter weather.
Someone break them open, and tell me we will have a Southern snow soon!
~ A spoon = eating snow. A knife means chipping ice.

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My neighbors must roll their eyes and laugh!

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Up early for a walk in light rain & stopping often to jot down quotes for BORN TO SUN. I’m standing here in the road wearing a mask (allergens in the Deep South are deadly) & on my phone. But, clearly I have no choice for once the characters are created, they never stop talking. And, if I don’t pause to write it down, it is gone.

This morning it is the voice of Auntie (Ms. Fomby) who will not be quiet.

“I have walked through life with a wounded heart and it has made what could have been beautiful, miserable.” Ms. Fomby, ‘Auntie’

The setting ✔️ #DauphinIsland

The plot ✔️ #WontTell

The characters ✔️~ The more they talk, the more concrete & real they become. You have to have the main plot down first, otherwise these people take over! And THAT is what makes #writing wonderful.

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Somewhere in Bama~~~~~

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Prerequisite to writing – the #Bushwhacker. The darker the skies get, the happier I get. And in the background, someone is singing old #WillieNelson. #AlabamaGulfCoast #writing #Solo #RoadTrip

DON’T Let Go Of A GOOD THING To Get To THE NEXT THING!

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I am not writing. I am relaxing!
There was a time -when looking upon trees – that I wanted nothing more than to climb to the highest branches, or curl up beneath with a good book. (Part of that was a long time ago.)
I am soaking up every minute I have of these peaceful mornings. Thank goodness for the trees and the birds, and the books.

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MEN LIKE HIM

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MEN LIKE HIM didn’t wait for the draft, but rushed forward, motivated by beliefs instilled so deeply within that they could never be quieted. God, Country, Family and then Self -this was the code my grandfather lived by.

He and his fellow soldiers led by example. Their leadership, and willingness to fight for our country, revealed their loyalty and carried our nation through ominous times.

My grandfather’s memoir chronicles his service as a soldier during the Italian Campaign, from Anzio to the Po Valley, with the 135th Infantry.

Short stories are scattered throughout and include: arriving in Casa Blanca, the Anzio landing, hand-to-hand combat with a lone German soldier, rescuing an unknown G.I., singing gospel songs as he and his buddies sat around their foxholes and watched phosphorus shells bursting overhead – there are these, and so many more.

Never will I forget sitting near as he shared his stories of Anzio and the brave men he called ‘buddies,’ nor will I forget the sacrifice he so willingly made for our country—for these men who went off willingly to fight, were the truest leaders of our great nation.

Elizabeth Mozley

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The Advice I Give My Children

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Actions speak louder than words, and yet, once spoken, they will hear your words for a lifetime.

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