Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
warm room
We had another snow storm last night. In our winter climate, can anything compare with being settled in a warm room with a cup of tea, perhaps reading a good book, and listening to the storm throw handfuls of ice-pellets at the window glass?
As I write this, I know everyone is not so fortunate.
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within
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winter lays a cheek against the glass pecks at the window
rattles the door
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the room is a yellow lattice on the snow a frail package
of warmth firelight a quilt the pages of a novel
kneading paws
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field mice and ermine etch fleet trails in the thicket breathe
in the velvet space beneath the fir
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kettle and cat are purring
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© Jane Tims 2000
at the bird feeder #6 – Purple Finch
On Thursday, we had a Hairy Woodpecker and a large flock of male and female Purple Finches at the bird feeder. The Peterson Field Guide describes the Purple Finch (Carpodacus purpureus) as ‘… a Sparrow dipped in raspberry juice.’ I can’t improve on that description! The other particularly noticeable feature is its large sturdy beak. My husband took a few photos since I was not home, just enough to give me one to draw.
I miss most of the feeder birds since I leave in the early light and come home after dark. Nevertheless, the Chickadees and Goldfinches are usually there to see me off. We have one Chickadee who always has his ‘hair’ ruffed up, like a rock star with a ‘do’.

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Purple Finch
(Carpodacus purpureus)
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sunflower seed and millet
purple finch posed in the maple
sullen brow
blunt beak
metallic tick
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he knows my eye
at the edge of the glass
my struggle for stamina
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he is immobile as a post
a vermillion bird stuffed
with husks of sunflower seed
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he sees me sidle to the chair
watches me settle
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he is still
as a post card
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seedless husks of sunflower
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© Jane Tims 2012
© Jane Tims 2012
from the pages of an old diary – illness in the community
In her diaries, my great-aunt wrote about her own health, as well as the health of others. She was a nurse, trained at McLean Hospital in Boston, so her interest in health is not surprising. Her diary entries are filled with her visits to the sick. She often brought either ginger ale or ice cream with her when she visited, and these must have soothed many a sore throat and helped to get needed fluids into the ill person.
In May of 1955, a flu went through the community. Through the diary entries, you can follow as different people become ill. On May 6, 1955, my great-aunt came down with the flu, probably contracted as she visted the sick. She was in bed for eleven days. In those days, the doctor made house calls and he came twice to see her.
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flu in the community – 1955
-response to a diary entry for May 16, 1955 and entries for the previous two weeks
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Mon cloudy cold. Katie M.
came in P.M. brought ice-cream [and] gin [ginger] ale.
I am feeling better. I cleaned up-stairs
some. R.C. called too at noon.
– A.M.W.
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Sunday
visited Jesse
Tuesday
took Madge ginger ale
Wednesday
took Mrs. B. ice-cream
combed her hair, made her bed
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should stay away
but ginger is good for what ails you
and ice-cream soothes the throat
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I’m a trained nurse
it’s expected
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Saturday
chills, fever 103
Doctor saw me twice
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nine days, in bed
I hear comings and goings downstairs
most won’t come up, or stay
afraid of flu
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Monday
better today, out of bed
puttered around upstairs
Katie came
brought me ice-cream and ginger ale
a little gossip
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remedies for the flu
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© Jane Tims 2012
from the pages of an old diary – holidays
Among the events recorded in my great-aunt’s diaries were holidays.
Here are some of the activities she recorded for those special days in 1957:
New Year’s Day (Jan. 1, 1957) – they had her brother’s family to dinner.
Valentine’s Day (Feb. 14, 1957) – she sent her grand-daughter in Saint John a Valentine.
Easter (April 21, 1957) – they went to the Presbyterian Church in New Glasgow to see the ‘3000 Easter lilies’ on display. She also sent a box of gifts to her grand-daughter.
Canada Day (called Dominion Day before 1982) July 1, 1957 – not mentioned in her diaries.
Halloween (Oct. 31, 1957) – ‘seven children for Halloween’ Interesting … our modern conversations about Halloween are often to compare the numbers of children who came trick-or-treating!
Thanksgiving – the day before, she ‘did some cooking for Thanksgiving’ (Oct. 12, 1957) and on Sunday, she had her sister (my grandmother) and my uncle for a chicken dinner.
Christmas – my great-aunt belonged to an ‘Xmas Club’. They had their Christmas Dinner together (Dec. 2 , 1957) and exchanged gifts. My great-aunt’s gifts in 1957 were a pair of pillow cases and a pair of gloves.
Part of Christmas meant sending parcels to family and friends. In 1957, my great-aunt mailed Christmas parcels to her son’s family in Saint John on December 14, 1957 and to others on December 11 and 16.
On Christmas Day, they went to her brother’s house for Christmas Dinner.
On December 29, 1957, they went to see the Christmas pageant. There were also other community events, since on December 24, 1954, they went to see the community Christmas tree.
She makes no mention of Christmas decorations in her own home, but I still have a few of the ornaments from her tree.
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New Year’s Day 1957
-response to a diary entry for January 1, 1957
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Tues nice day, quite cold. C.
D. D. also K. J. here to
N. Years dinner. had a chicken sponge
cake for dessert. strawberry vanilla ice cream
we went for a drive after C.s left.
– A.M.W.
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new year, basket in the hall closet
empty, mending and darning
done, seven to dinner, everyone
satisfied, sponge cake and ice-cream
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no worries about tomorrow, predicted
storms, the need to stay well,
catches in clothing and worn
heels, arm sore from beating eggs
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my New Year’s resolutions:
a beater that runs on electricity
no more blue socks darned with red
the chicken was tasty
colourful with carrots
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© Jane Tims 2012
from the pages of an old diary – writing letters
Letter writing has become an orphan communication in our world of emails and Facebook and Tweets. But in the past, when these forms of communication did not yet exist, and long-distance phone calls were so expensive they were only used for emergencies, people kept in touch by letter.
My Mom and I wrote to one another regularly for 30 years, even after I had my ‘family calling telephone plan’. I still have all her letters and looking at her handwriting makes me feel near to her. Her words, the beautiful way she formed her letters, and the stories they tell, are concrete evidence of her life and interests and her love for her family.
My great-aunt’s diaries show she also considered letters to be an important part of her daily life. In her diaries, letters received and written were an activity she recorded regularly. The mail arrived twice per day in the community where she lived and her diaries tell they went for the mail daily.

post cards were part of the mail... this funny post card was sent to my great-aunt in 1908 when she attended nursing school
Letters from her son or daughter-in-law were recorded with tangible joy. She wrote to them regularly, approximately three times per month, and they wrote as regularly to her. She records her letters as, ‘I wrote to St. John today’ (she is referring to the place where they lived, Saint John, New Brunswick).
During World War II, letters from her son had taken on a particular importance since they signalled he was alive and well.
In 1957, perhaps the favourite letter received was from her little grand-daughter: on November 26, 1957, she wrote, ‘had a letter from b. a.’
The poem below was inspired by that letter, although I do not have the letter itself and the account is from my head.
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letter from her grand-daughter
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she watches for your
letter, your definite
hand, the dog-eared page
of a book begun, unfinished
creases in paper once folded
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as if an envelope could
revive the creak in the upstairs hall
re-clatter the spoon in an empty
jar of jam, jangle the telephone
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the trouble is, of course,
you grew, learned numbers
the difference between
‘b’ and ‘d’,developed your signature
went to war
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of course, all that
made possible this envelope, addressed
to Grabma, the stamp
licked on sideways, sweet stick-men
and baby words in pencil
pressed, float
from the page
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© Jane Tims 2012
on the rink
Ice rinks are a part of all our lives in New Brunswick. My son did not play hockey, but I know from friends how demanding the pursuit of ice-time and practice can be.
My ice skating experiences have been a little tamer, but definitely part of the fun side of life.
When my son was young, we had a backyard ‘rink’ for a couple of years. Although we had fun pouring water and trying not to fall, my best memories are of skating with him on ‘Hoot-and-Hollow Pond’, the postage-stamp pond in our back woods.
In my teenaged years, my family had a big pond where the ice was only smooth enough for skating during a few winters. I called it ‘Singing Glass Pond’ because of the sound made when stones were skipped across the ice. I remember skating there with my Mom who always sang as she skated and the oldest of my brothers who could jump up and do a spin from a position of standing still!
When I was in grade school, our teachers took us to the public rink where I skated in endless circles next to the boards and learned to do a ‘toes-out circle’, my single figure-skating ‘move’ to this day. When they were young, I used to watch my two nieces figure skate and was amazed at their fluidity and skill.
Today my knees are arthritic and my balance is pitiful, so my skates are put away. But on the frozen marsh at the lake, I can still ‘skate’ with my boots and do a parody of a ‘toes-out circle’!
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a string of light bulbs
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a string
of fifty
100 watt
bulbs
casts shadows
along plywood walls
exposes gouges and splinters
collisions of small bodies
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Charlie, caretaker, solidifies
light and water
lays down rainbows
and new ice
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© Jane Tims 2001
from the pages of an old diary – visiting
One of the most obvious activities in my great-aunt’s diaries is ‘visiting’. Almost every day brought visitors and visits to family or friends.
In 1957, there are only 30 days when my great-aunt did not either visit or receive visitors and several of these were when extremely stormy weather kept everyone inside.
Visits often involved food. On February 6, 1957, my great-aunt wrote the following: ‘I had I. and M. to tea. pot [potato] scallop, cold ham, tomatoes, pickles and jelly. coffee rolls. dough-nuts, lemon sq. [squares] and fruit.’ Wow!
Many of the visits were between family members. I love to see entries about visits with my grandmother and my uncle and aunt. They lived in Dartmouth but often came to ‘the old home place’ for weekends. My great-aunt had a definite opinion about their tendency to stay at the old home instead of with her. On April 19, 1957, she writes ‘K. and J. came this p.m. up to their own house and stayed all night. was too cold and damp to stay in’.
Other visits she recorded were from my own family. We lived in Alberta and almost every summer we came to Nova Scotia to visit Mom’s and Dad’s families (see posts under the category ‘on my grandfather’s farm’). In 1957, she records our leaving for Medicine Hat, when I was three years old (August 25, 1957). Once, when I was a teenager, we visited her and she gave me the bracelet shown in the drawing below. It has a motif of oak leaves and acorns and I cherish it still.
Other visits were with friends. Some of the visits had to do with watching T.V. at other people’s houses. After May 7, 1957, when my great-aunt and great-uncle got their own T.V., people would come to her house to watch!
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curtains, freshly pressed
-response to a diary entry for October 2, 1957
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Wed nice fine. I did a big wash.
washed – my kitchen curtains did them up.
Katie M. here all p.m
– A.M.W.
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fine day says Katie hard to say goodbye to September.
I rock and nod, beyond
her shoulder, curtains, freshly pressed
hung this morning
cold, yesterday. more like November.
light plaits shadow
green window glass, re-imagined
last May seems a minute ago. at the Festival. that girl with the blue dress
should have won.
first autumn days
and an open casement
breeze busy at the curtain’s edge
time flies. almost four years now since he died.
the white fabric looks well
against varnished wood
we missed you at Red Cross. numbers are down.
blue sky and oak trees, bare of leaves
twigs slash rectangles of window
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I rock and ask her
did you know?
last evening, L. had a son
8 pounds, 3 ounces
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© Jane Tims 2012

Copyright Jane Tims 2012
from the pages of an old diary – community
It is obvious from my great-aunt’s diaries, her community activities were as important to her as any other aspect of her work. This work was about people… about spending time with her friends and pursuing the idea of ‘many hands make light work’. She also had specific skills to contribute to the community. She loved to bake, sew, quilt and visit.
She belonged to three community groups:
- the Women’s Missionary Society (W.M.S.) – met on Tuesdays (about 23 women)
- the Red Cross – met on Fridays (about 9 women)
- the Xmas Club – met once per month (about 10 women)
The Red Cross worked on specific projects, for example a baby layette for a new mother, or a quilt for a family in need. The Red Cross had a room, perhaps in the Presbyterian church (on March 27, 1957 my great-aunt wrote, ‘ … I went to A.C.’s funeral up at our church. then went down to R.C. room and quilted for a while…’). She often mentions ‘binding’ a quilt at home as part of her contribution. The clubs also made quilts to raise money (a ‘square’ could be bought for $.10, April 12, 1957), and held rummage sales (June 1 and June 8, 1957).
The W.M.S. was associated with the Presbyterian Church and had a program each week. My great-aunt mentions preparing the ‘lesson’ with another woman. The group worked with the Red Cross to make quilts for charity (Dec. 3, 1954), and sent flowers to funerals (Nov. 18, 1954). They also interacted with the CGIT group (Canadian Girls in Training), a church-based program for girls 11-17 (April 2, 1957). I remember attending CGIT when I was in Junior High and according to the Internet, it continues today. When she writes about the W.M.S., my aunt always writes the ‘S’ as a dollar sign ($), suggesting she associated the group with money. She does not do this for her references to the R.H.S. [Regional High School)!
The Xmas (Christmas) Club met once a month at a member’s home. They held a summer picnic (July 22, 1954 and July 17, 1957) and a Christmas Dinner in early December where they exchanged presents (Dec. 6, 1954 and Dec. 2, 1957).
My great-aunt was also interested in the administrative side of these groups. She made note of how many attended and who missed each meeting, as well as attendance at community events and how much money was made.
In addition to her clubs, my great-aunt also did personal charity work, taking ginger ale to sick people on many occasions, making rolls and squares for various teas and meetings, and hemming sheets for the hospital (May 28, 1957). She was also a good neighbor, sharing a buttercup root with a friend, for example (May 19, 1954). It is noticable from the diaries that community members helped one another to get around, giving each other ‘lifts’. For example, she writes, ‘R. took M., M., [and] I down to Xmas Club… B. came for us.’
Another important weekly activity was going to church. My great-aunt and great-uncle attended church regularly, and sometimes went to other community churches for special occasions. At Easter in 1957, they drove to the Presbyterian Church in New Glasgow to see the 3000 white Easter lilies on display. She also attended the World Day of Prayer services (May 5, 1954, and May 8, 1957) and ‘read a piece’.
Reading my great-aunt’s diaries, I am left with an image of her place within the small community where she lived and the importance of the daily interactions among people. These interactions were the community life-blood, enabling people to keep communication going, to support community economies and to keep the population healthy and supported.
Compared to this, how do we contribute to our communities today?
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reckoning the day
-respose to a diary entry for March 28, 1957
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Thurs cold snow flurries. I finished cleaning kitchen. hemmed 4 sheets for hosp. I. G. here got my blue dress to fix. Mrs. C. called got sheets. H. B. here for Red Cross money. S. M. house burned.
– A.M.W.
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they wait to collect
your phial of tears
chill at the doorstep
outside the heat dome
where snowflakes sizzle
a moment before they melt
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twisted metal hangers, closet a shell
lined with ashes, empty of dresses
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quilts and bed-sheets blackened, edges
hemmed in charcoal
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kitchen the worst, paint curled
against metal, china charred
crockery smashed, the tines of forks
splayed every way
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pattern on linoleum
scoured clean beneath layers
of flammable wax
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© Jane Tims 2012
a moment of beautiful – slices of orange
the space – a window with curtains
the beautiful – dried slices of orange
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Yesterday I came into the house just as the sunlight was beaming through the window and experienced a moment so beautiful – a dazzling display of light and shadow.
Last Christmas, I sliced oranges and lemons and dried them as decorations for our tree at work. When Christmas was over, they were too pretty to throw away, so I strung them on raffia and hung them on a wooden coat hanger in the front window.
The sunlight shining through those dried orange slices, in combination with the shadows on the sheer curtains, was magical.
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sunlight shines
through a slice of orange
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sliced sunlight
rays transparent
membrane cellophane orange
juice fossilized
rose window
lustrous
citrus
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© Jane Tims 2012

© Jane Tims 2012

































