Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

DATELINE: Hoboken, NJ, USA (2013) “HOMERUN” 2013/07/31

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Each morning as I a waken, in those first few moments when awareness stirs, I take the time to thank my creator for another day. I do not question whether my benefactor exists! I remember the manners that I was taught as a child and am grateful and will continue to be so for every subsequent breath that I take.Ingratitude is unacceptable! But what I wish to convey to you today is the simple fact that my heart sings and has done so for most of my life in spite of adversity. As we have learned from Job, faith is all! Tears are a necessity, like washing ones heart, purging our emotions not unlike windshield wipers clearing our vision as we travel on life’s “fractious” highway. These are not incompatible feelings but rather complimentary. The point I am attempting to advance is that one needs to be “tempered” by the other, you know “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”! The total of which leads me to an example of both beauty and sadness by Tennyson, “Tears Idle Tears”.

    “Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy Autumn – fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

As one of the “Apostles” of the 19th century and the genius who followed Wordsworth (whom I also adore) as Englands’s Poet Laureate, his writings are almost immortal and endless, each more valiant than the previous! Do you recall that I have voiced my request for another 100 years so I can get it right this time? His concluding line, “O Death in Life, the days that are no more!” He may just be the “Willie Mays” of poetry, you must make that decision on your own. You’re next up in the batter’s box, try hard to not strike out! He’s a champ!

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, N J, USA “HINDENBURG” ( 2013 ) 2013/07/28

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It was a warm spring morning in May 1937 in south Jersey with much excitement and anticipation as today, the 6th, was to welcome the famous zeppelin Hindenburg to the Naval Air Base in Lakehurst.  There was no fencing around this giant landing field that hugged the state road where the huge dirigible was to land.  As would be expected, the entire German American community was getting prepared for the event with blankets and basket picnics.The Angerman household was no exception.  My Nana, great aunt Olga and myself had come down by train via the Lackawanna from Hoboken the day before to stay at the house in Cedarwood Park, still no running water !  Great uncle Otto met us at the Asbury Park train station, trip was  always  fun with food vendors, chanceboard hawkers and novelty sellers keeping conductors busy in the aisles and the riders amused, as the trip took several hours.  Well, here we were now in that square black Ford with the skinny wheels and that huge blimp was just over our heads in the sky, many cars had driven onto the field when suddenly the flames seemed to explode and everyone began to scream, my Nana whispered “der Gott in Himmel” and my great uncle sped that old car out of the grass lickety-split in absolute silence.  No one said a word.  That’s what I remember !                                                                                                      Sincerely,   Claire B.

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, N J, USA “AMERICAN ROYALTY” ( 2013 ) 2013/07/27

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When I was born Herbert Hoover was our president, Prohibition had been the law since 1920 and the George Washington Bridge did not exist !  Can you imagine ?  Travel was by train while horse and wagon were common place.  Few people had cars and there were sparse “gasoline pumps along the roads.  Mogul John D. Rockefeller Sr. lived on a huge estate behind high iron fencing in Lakewood, New Jersey and was famous for his morning ride in an open car through local streets strewing handfuls of dimes to those along the route.  Since my great-grandmother lived nearby on a small piece of farmland in Cedarwood Park ( no running water ) we would motor the distance to the estate to line up on the roadside to scramble for the coins and I did !  Such excitement repeated very often, I remember that he was dressed in black hence I thought he was on his way to church! By the way that was when I was taught to “candle eggs”,  you never ate a “fertilized”egg, that was like killing the chicken !   Eventually,  the entire estate was given to the people of New Jersey  as a public park and remains so to my knowledge.  Is the term “Noblesse oblige” ?  Think of Rockefeller Center,Jackson Hole and Colonial Williamsburg as a mere token !

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

CONFESSION. ( 2013 ) 2013/07/25

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I’ve been prepared to greet my maker my whole life        

I don’t need a herald, no bugle, drum or fife ,   

Just a quiet reason to try to know His will

Learning from the angels who ever love Him still,     

A simple sort of end that garners little space      

Begging His indulgence to hold me in His grace.

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, N J, USA “RAINBOWS” ( 2013 ) 2013/07/24

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This morning I awoke with lyrics in my head, “look, look, look to the rainbow, follow it over the

hill and the stream”.  It reminded me of God’s promise to Noah after the deluge that He would

set  “His bow in the sky” as a token of His covenant with mankind.  Isn’t that a lovely thought?

Just the image of a rainbow brings quivers to the heart and gladness to the eyes,   so very

magical . Good choice !  Lyricists romanticize rainbows as in “Finian’s Rainbow” ;  “The

Wizard of Oz” with its wistful classic “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, which leads us to

William Wordsworth in a similar vein:  “My heart leaps up when I behold  a rainbow in the

sky:  So was it when my life began;  So it is now I am a man;  So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die !  The Child is father of the Man;  And I could wish my days to be Bound each to

each by natural piety”.  Wow !  However, today I choose to embrace the last stanza of “Look

to the Rainbow”.    “Look, look, look to the rainbow

Follow the fellow who follows a dream

Follow the fellow, follow the fellow

Follow the fellow who follows a dream”.

I’m okay with that, how about you ?

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

FANTASY ( 2013 ) 2013/07/23

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Sometimes I wish that I could fly         

Above the sadness that I spy     

Into the safety of the sea       

To swim with mermaids and live free .

Across the world I’d sail inside 

A fairy ship that travels wide   

On ocean waves while sea nymphs sing     

And bid me smile remembering .

 

 

 

 

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “HAPPY DAYS”. ( 2013 ) 2013/07/22

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:56 pm
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Are we sharing again ? One hot summer day, August 14, 1935, my mother and I were      

walking hand in hand on Zabriskie Street in Jersey City.  Windows were open everywhere   

curtains moving in the slight breeze, some parted, some knotted on the rods. You could      

hear the Philco radios blaring static and sound within, suddenly the windows filled with     

people yelling, shouting hoorays! In the streets they laughed and danced and sang “Happy

days are here again!”  I turned to my mother, she squeezed my hand tightly and said “Mr.    

Roosevelt passed the Social Security Act “.  “Thank God !”  I couldn’t forget that day, it     

was like the biggest party I ever saw, no balloons, no ice cream, but a lot of whooping it    

up and delirious people.   It’s a memory that still lives happily with me but what I most    

remember is that tired old house dress my mom was wearing and how joyous she was.   

Some memories are worth keeping, don’t you think ?  

 

 

 

 

 
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