Heeerre Charlie-Charlie-Charlie---
This is the sound of Viella's House.
Scrambled eggs with a deliciousness equelled
only in my dreams -- and homemade rootbeer.
These are the tastes of Viella's House.
The sky-blue sedan backed neatly
into the steep front drive,
foretelling She is home!
This is the sight of Viella's House.
Padded carpeting that squishes
between bare toes,
pretty bathroom vanities--
and aspirations of college . . .
These are the feelings of Viella's House.
Chalk-drawn Hop-Scotch boards,
with squashed orange juice can markers . . .
Spiegle Cataloug shopping sprees . . .
Lemonade stands, and tea parties . . .
and a mystical suitor named Danny--
This is the magic of Viella's House.
While falling Mulberry leaves mark my memories. . .
Viella and I grew up two houses apart from each other. Four years older than I, she met me the day I was first home from the hospital new-born.
Her parents stayed in that house up from my Dad's for 40 years. In their 80's now, her parents sold the house to be closer to Viella in another state.
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Reviews of "Viella's House: The Passing of an Era in Parkdale"
Reviewed by Mr. Lauren Bowker (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2008
I, Lauren Bowker - Vicky's brother am glad she is getting these praises for her poetry. Viellas' Dad - Bud just passed away bringing up some past memories from me about Viella's House.
Our Neighbors Bud & Shirley
Neighbors, Friends & more.
Living their lives up the street two doors.
Our heartfelt memories reach out
in Humans feeling what it’s all about.
They dined with City Officials, Politicos, Judge Pavolowski
And Kings and Queens.
But were inclined to “shoot the breeze” with us it seems.
Shirley and Me Ma sure made the hay,
Bringing up dogs ‘n cats and us kids all day.
But what I remember the most since,
was the backyard Philosophers bench.
I figured my Dad a genius,
A veritable Diamond in the rough as such.
But ol’ Bud an erudite self styled scholar gave and took in just as much.
He’d read everything under the Midnight Sun, until it had begun
to occur, that we were all just - Human Beins. & ...so he told me so...
Some of the times they would talk and drink,
Sometimes just sit and thinks,
& times they would just sits a bit! Hi d’ Ho! 6,08
Wow! Excellent imagery. I felt like running to Viella's house. Your words took me there and through the spaces that you and she shared. I liked the feelings I got from reading your work--beautiful, happy, serene. I like the beat, the spacing in your 'voice.'
"...mystical suitor named Danny..." that I like so very much. I appreciate how you let me see into one special place in Parkdale. I'm so impressed.
Thanks for letting me inside your voice. I am alway humbled by people who care enough to share so freely. Keep it up.
Marion
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
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Our Neighbors Bud & Shirley
Neighbors, Friends & more.
Living their lives up the street two doors.
Our heartfelt memories reach out
in Humans feeling what it’s all about.
They dined with City Officials, Politicos, Judge Pavolowski
And Kings and Queens.
But were inclined to “shoot the breeze” with us it seems.
Shirley and Me Ma sure made the hay,
Bringing up dogs ‘n cats and us kids all day.
But what I remember the most since,
was the backyard Philosophers bench.
I figured my Dad a genius,
A veritable Diamond in the rough as such.
But ol’ Bud an erudite self styled scholar gave and took in just as much.
He’d read everything under the Midnight Sun, until it had begun
to occur, that we were all just - Human Beins. & ...so he told me so...
Some of the times they would talk and drink,
Sometimes just sit and thinks,
& times they would just sits a bit! Hi d’ Ho! 6,08
"...mystical suitor named Danny..." that I like so very much. I appreciate how you let me see into one special place in Parkdale. I'm so impressed.
Thanks for letting me inside your voice. I am alway humbled by people who care enough to share so freely. Keep it up.
Marion
Love and light
dreamweaver