Time to Be A Kid

Myrna wrote: I remember having time to sit under the maple tree and read a book, play with cousins and neighbors and, before bedtime, play hide 'n seek. In the winter, we alwalys had playtime before supper. Then we would gather around the dining room table and do our homework. If we got done quickly, we would do art projects. Now all that time is gobbled up with the marvels of our electronic world. Sometimes, I think it is sad. It is not much different for adults than it is for kids. We never get away from devices which, supposedly, were designed to make our lives better. I think I was happy when only Flash Gordon had a cell phone. But then again, they can be a great blessing. If a family needs contact, they can have it. By the way, sign me up for girl's camp. M

A poem Myrna likes!

Fat Is Not a Fairy Tale
Jane Yolen

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
where the princess is not
anorexic, wasp-waisted,
flinging herself down the stairs.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the Beast,
where the beauty
has a pillowed breast,
and fingers plump as sausage.

I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived,
for a world not yet won,
where everything round is good:
the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.