Open Poetry #45 |
hully gull (a tribute to my grandfather) |
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
hully gull, handful he wheezed with an old man's voice of steady hands he squeezed wheat-worn Abrahams with a strong man's clutch making cents in shaking hands hully gull, handful we did reply hiding the totals from one another's eyes hully gull, handful and the day raced on into the cabin's dim night coffee cans emptied ere morning's dawn penny piles aplenty per the game's demand hully gull, handful and hully gull again |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
always a pleasure to see oldster tributes.. enjoyed it ! |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
Sounds of my maternal grandfather came to mind, he always liked to pull out his dentures to get us kids screaming! Thanks for the memory! Ct |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
Dark, having served in WWI and still a little 'teched' by the French trench gases, he was always a little strange, but very much worth the tribute...your poem reminded me of this old game he played with us--hully gull, where you would take some pennies (hide them from your opponent--my brother in my case), shake them in your hands and say "hully gull, handful, and how many" (between the 2 players) and the other one would guess how many pennies you had in your hand. If I remember correctly, your opponent would win your handful if he guessed right and you would get the difference if he guessed wrong. We'd played for keeps, much to my mother's dismay... CT, ...so funny...I didn't even know adults had teeth that stayed in when I was a kid Seemed like everyone had dentures...even my young mother...only my dad didn't take his out at night and I thought that he was different...oh, well... |
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shelerella75 Member
since 2009-01-30
Posts 58 |
thought you'd like to know that my kids play it too.... it's really the only memory I have of him, playing his game and those coffee tins filled with pennies... thanks for the poem, Dad! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I think he smiled at you from above, as you remembered this slice of life so lovingly. Beautiful! Love, Margherita |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love the poem and the responses, especially yours, Steaven. Like CT, I had an friend in my life - an old guy who sold shoes. When kids would come into the store and act up, he would wait for the parents to turn their back and then drop his teeth at the child. Scared the child to silence. He was a wonderful man though and your poem made me think of him. I miss him lots. Alison |
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