Tuesday, February 23, 2021


                                            EVERYTHING'S BIG WHEN YOU'RE LITTLE

This is a story about a long-ago house, my favorite house. I lived there when I was five. That house was such a special place. It wasn’t like any house I'd ever seen. In fact, the best word to describe it is, UNIQUE, even from the outside.

It had a pointy roof that reminded me of a house Mother Goose might live in. It sat on a little hill and had a small porch with a tiny roof over it, just big enough to protect you if it was raining or snowing. The front windows had a crisscross pattern on the very top, something I'd never seen before. Just inside the front door, you’d see my favorite spot, my window seat! I loved to sit there on sunshiny-days and read my books. It made me feel all warm inside!

It was a HUGE house and the living room and dining room had rounded walls with rounded corners! The kitchen was gigantic with cupboards that went all the way up to the ceiling! Even grown-ups needed a kitchen ladder to reach the top shelves, a perfect place to store things you didn't use every day.

My second favorite place was my Mom and Dad’s bedroom because Mom had wallpapered the ceiling! Sounds funny, doesn't it? But it wasn't only unique for that reason. That wallpaper had a dark-blue background with lots and lots of stars! I remember taking my naps in there and pretending I was outside looking up at the night sky and counting all those stars!

It's funny really. I'm all grown up now and I still have such special memories of that house even though something happened many years later that could have changed that, forever.

One summer’s day, when I was fourteen, I had a chance meeting at the corner grocery store. Stores like that are almost non-existent today but little stores were commonplace back then. It was just a store that the neighborhood people would go to when they needed some milk or bread or eggs.  

On this particular day I met a girl who was about my age and we started talking. We asked each other about where we went to school and she asked me where I lived. When I asked her, she told me she lived just up the block. I said, “I used to live in a little white house up the block.”  She asked, “The one with the pointy roof?” “That's the one,” I said. “That’s my house!” she answered and we both laughed.

I told her how much I loved that house and much to my surprise, she asked if I’d ever like to see my old house again.  “Of course,” I told her. “I’d love to!” and we exchanged phone numbers. I was thrilled when she called!  Between the two of us, we figured out a time it was convenient with her parents and mine and set a date. When that day finally arrived, I was beside myself with excitement!  Just having a chance to see my favorite house again was a dream come true. Slowly I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She came to the door and I walked in.

At that moment, all my memories started quickly rushing back. How strange it was to be back there again, like stepping back in time. The furniture was different, of course, but the rooms my Mother wallpapered, the walls she and Dad had painted green hadn’t changed. But…as I walked through the house…it became very clear that the memories of my five-year old self couldn't prepare me for this!

Those memories were of a big house with large rooms, a huge kitchen with cupboards that went up to the ceiling…but what I found was…that my forever-loved house with the window seat and rounded walls was actually very, verysmall. Seeing it now, I would have described it as a quaint, cute, LITTLE, house, not at all the HUGE house I remembered.

After my brief tour, I thanked my new friend and slowly walked home. Still reeling from the shock of seeing my favorite house as almost an adult, I made a promise to myself. That promise was always to keep those five-year-old's memory of my much-loved house as they had always been, tucked safely away in my heart. I learned an important lesson that day. Everything’s BIG…when you’re LITTLE!




















Monday, February 8, 2021


 Read something last night that made me laugh and had to write something similar in poem form.  I hope you get a kick out of it.  I know I did.


    By Pat Severin

 If you can start the day without the aid of that ‘ol cupper,

If you can do it all without assistance from an upper,

If you can be, eternally, a cheerful, pleasant guy,

     And though you have some aches and pains, you don’t on drugs rely,

If you resist complaining and don’t share your boring troubles…

     Because you know reliving them can sometimes make them double,

If you can eat the same old food and somehow still be grateful,

     And be excited anyway with every single plateful,

If you can understand the fact that sometimes folks are busy,

     And if they are you never get yourself into a tizzy,

If you do not resent it if you’re criticized or blamed…

     Because you take it all in stride, that your mistakes are named,

If you can recognize your stress but somehow conquer tension,

     Accepting it’s the way life is and need no intervention,

If you lie down and always sleep, wherever you may be…

     It must be true, I credit you, and, yes, the world can see…


That if these things are true of you, there’s only one conclusion,

I mean just one, and now I’m done, let there be no confusion…


That you must be, most probably, the faithful  


Thursday, February 4, 2021


                                                     Southern Mountain Cavy

I finally finished the latest story. I can't guarantee there aren't some grammar or spelling errors. I'm terrible at proofing. But here it is:

                                             A RAT CALLED FRED

                                       By Patty Lynn

There was a little rat called Fred who couldn’t help be sad

For he was born without a tail which made poor Fred feel bad.

The other rats made fun of Fred and this is what they said,

“Why, you’re a freak, not strong, you’re weak, you don’t belong here, Fred!”


What’s even worse, his brothers, too, said awful, hurtful words.

They bullied Fred, they’d laugh and said, “Hey, Fred, you’re for the birds!”

And every single time they did all Fred could do was cry,

“Why haven’t I a tail?” he’d wail, “Please tell me, tell me why?”


He couldn’t shake the bully’s words; he tried but Fred felt sad.

“There is no use,” said Fred the rat, seems tears are all I have.

But mother rat, who loved him so, said, “Freddie, dear, take heart.

There’s something I must tell you, now, I should have from the start.”


“I was afraid that if I did, you’d think you don’t belong.

But now I see you’re always sad and know that I was wrong.

I will explain and I should tell your brothers, too, I fear.”

She called his brothers, they sat down and said, “It will be clear.”


“When you were just a baby, Fred, your Dad left you with me,

Because your Dad and Mom had come from far away, you see.

They lived in Argentina but were captured by some men…

Who knew they were unusual, could sell them both and then…”


“They came to live inside a cage, at Clancy’s Old Pet Shop.

Your Mom had you, was pretty weak and told your Dad to stop.

“Stop making plans to leave this place, I’m much too weak to make it!”

Escape with you, she couldn’t do, her body couldn’t take it.


The next day your determined Dad tried hard to wake your Mom,

But though he tried he finally knew that your sweet Mom was gone.

That’s when your Dad took you and ran and found me here that day.

He knew that you would need a Mom and asked me, “Can he stay?”


“I raised you as my very own; I didn’t think it mattered,

A tail or not, I didn’t know without one you’d be shattered.

The truth is you are not a rat; Oh, Fred, can forgive me?

You look like us but you are called a southern mountain cavy.”

“You see, a cavy has no tail, you’re something special, son.

You thought you should look like a rat, the same as everyone.

But now you know you truly are the way that you should be?

My precious boy, you’ve been my joy, I hope that you can see…”


“That we are still a family, you’ll always be my son.

I’m sorry I kept this from you, but feared that you would come…

To all the wrong conclusions of just why I did, she said.

“You mean there’s nothing wrong with me? I thought there was,” said Fred.


That’s when this mountain cavy smiled and all his brothers, too.

“We're sorry, Fred, forgive us, please, for how we treated you?

We’ll show you love, not hurtful words, we promise this today.

Please know that now we understand and mean just what we say!”


And so the little rat called Fred kissed all those tears goodbye.

He knew exactly who he was and knew the reasons why…

He didn’t have a tail but now felt special as could be!

“I’m proud to say, I'm not a rat! I’m a mountain cavy!”