A L O H A !
Always worth another look:
My Bike. Built for me. Inspired.
Inspiring.
Lives forever in me.
Hawaiian Feathered Cape LINK
Decades become like potato chips,
piquant, smaller, and more precious
at the bottom of the bag.
But don't make ostentatious,
" There are only about 1,000 people
of pure Hawaiian descent left
in the world. "
NPR.org
But don't make ostentatious,
crumple-y mournful noise,
others are still enjoying the show!" There are only about 1,000 people
of pure Hawaiian descent left
in the world. "
NPR.org
Grandma's Hands
Grandma's laugh,
that propulsive, authentic exclamation
is coming out of my mouth these days.
Her hand, holds my husband's
and he knows it, knew her,
says:
"Look at Claire's hand
typing."
That was a great song.
When we were little,
the 1930's, her glory days,
were black & white History,
Rudy Vallee, rudimentary "automobiles."
Get with the space age, grandma!
I do the quiet math, discovering that
yes, she was younger then. . . .
than I am today (there I said it).
Decades become like potato chips,
piquant, smaller, and more precious
at the bottom of the bag.
But don't make ostentatious,
crumple-y mournful noise,
others are still enjoying the show!
"Get with the tech world, Mom,"
our kids say.
But they don't have to say it.
We've already made Blogging,
and the iphone uncool
by liking them so much.
Fashions shift to exclude us,
as they should,
don't you GET that?
We had the same imperative.
Healthy life-stage stuff.
And unlike grandma
we act laid back and cool
in the face of the suddenly
incomprehensible.
We cruise with it.
They'll have grandma's,
grandpa's hands, laughs,
jokes,
"far" in their future.
We quietly know what they don't;
It's a faster, longer, twistier ride
than anyone could ever know.
So laugh, beloved grandma in my soul
who is at this time becoming me.
Join me everyone, every creature;
Frolic hours, days, seasons,
one of them is a fraud.
But ain't this moment here
GRAND!
Strike up the band.
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23 comments:
I love the bike !
Best regards from Paris,
Pierre
def makes it all the more special that it was created by you...that is so cool...
aloha from va
I also have fallen for the bike. There must be some tales to be told of it!
As you found out, I'm thinking grandparents too today. For me Grampa's hand are special today.
Grandma's hands is very nice. Reminded me very much of my mother.
'Firstly the image of you riding that bike is fabulous, I hope you wear a helmet ma'am, secondly..crumple-y noises ..I'm making them right now haha!
I would love a motorcycle, but I always fear getting into a wreck with one.
Your post is like a mini history, art, anthropology, social studies lesson all rolled up in one!
Very cool post. I love your essay about Grandma's hands (and your bike!)
Cool bike!
Wowowowow!!Love that bike girl!!!
Wonderful post as ever♥♥♥♥
Have a nice day Cloudia:))
Wowowowow!!Love that bike girl!!!
Wonderful post as ever♥♥♥♥
Have a nice day Cloudia:))
A sadly dwindling statistic of pure Hawaiian descent individuals. And you've got me now thinking of grandmotherly hands (btw, love your bike!)
Vroooom! Get YOUR motors running!
Thanks, gang members :-)
That's your bike? That's awesome!
Those photos are great and I love this post. I also love your bike and can just picture you riding it around. Have a great day Cloudia.
Lovely bike, built for you!
That is a big bike! I had a Velo Solex in France – a bicycle with a motor on the front wheel – it would be a toy bike for you!
That's a beautiful song! Such poignant words...
Your bike is very cool! :-)
Always love it here. IS this your bike for real? I want one. I need chat with you about this. ;) Lovely words.
How we do become them. So good, Cloudia!
Thanks dear pals!
YES! My (Blog invisible) Husband and a good friend built that 1973 BMW /5 from parts for me and developed that cool metallic lilac paint! I rode it for years, helped to found a woman's motorcycle club. I passed it on to shall we say a younger woman who still lifts weights and can handle that big machine. I'm rocking a 125cc Yamaha scooter :-)
Brilliant post. Lots of thoughts I need to consider. Thank you. Again. Lots.
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