Friday, 22 February 2013

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE GLORY DAYS by Linda Palund - My 100 words



The Glory Days

            Vines cover the rotting boards and the roof has caved in, but the old barn still stands, a crumbling memorial to the time when we were girls.             
            Girls! With the solidarity of youth, we scrambled up the ladder, watching the surprised faces of the eager boys as we drew it up behind us.
            Those girls are gone now, swallowed up by the very earth we once flew across, our young hearts pounding. 
            The barn won’t stand much longer and soon I too will melt into the landscape.  Then no one will be left to remember the glory of our youth.
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22 comments:

  1. Anonymous22 February 2013 at 23:04

    Eventually, memories are what we have left.

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 04:27

      You are so right. I guess we had better keep writing them down...

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  2. k~23 February 2013 at 00:27

    I read this twice, and enjoyed it immensely. My favorite line: " swallowed up by the very earth we once flew across..." it says so much!

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 04:25

      Thank you so much. I have been away from Friday Fictioneers for a while and I needed your compliment to keep me going...

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  3. janet23 February 2013 at 00:28

    I like them pulling up the ladder behind them. So many stories are lost when people die. I keep trying to get my parents to write some of theirs down.

    Have a wonderful weekend,

    janet

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 04:28

      Thank you, Janet. You make me feel old - but that is what I am now, But what rich lives we can have. You too! Don't miss out and keep writing.

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  4. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 04:03

    Linda - true and poignant, I feel that way exactly. I wrote my blog so that some of the small events in my life would not erode like the names on the soft stone cemetery markers that season by season wash away.

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 04:30

      I will take a look at your blog now. Yes, it is good to keep writing these things, whether they are real memories or they are bursts of imagination. Let no one forget - or we can try to keep our imaginations and our passions alive.

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  5. Sandra Crook23 February 2013 at 11:23

    A lovely reflective and nostalgic piece. Well done.

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  6. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields23 February 2013 at 12:27

    Dear Linda,
    A hearty welcome back!
    Loved the imagery of the solidarity of youth and soon melting into the landscape. Well done!
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 15:36

      Thanks so much. It is good to be back, and hard also. A lot of water has been flowing under my bridge this year and I think it is going to change my writing. But oh Shalom...shalom.

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  7. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 14:55

    Aah... the glory of our youth fades
    but the ability to give Glory today does not.

    New ladders to place against the House each day.

    Randy

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  8. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 17:27

    Hi Linda,
    Great descriptions of the heady days of youth. And I really liked the extended metaphor of the aging barn and the aging girls. Ron

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  9. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 19:45

    pulling the ladder up and watching their faces, what a wonderful image you captured with your words.

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    1. Linda Palund23 February 2013 at 20:01

      Thanks for that. This was a real seen from my glory days. Then we had a net filled with twigs and leaves and feathers and dropped that all over them. I don't know what the boys were expecting, but I know they weren't as innocent as I was!

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  10. Russell24 February 2013 at 03:31

    Ah, those glory days are long gone, but thankfully we'll carry the memories forever.

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  11. Shirley24 February 2013 at 12:52

    Loved this. Brings back memories for me.

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  12. R. E. Hunter25 February 2013 at 04:41

    Feels very nostalgic. Well done.

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  13. Anonymous26 February 2013 at 14:15

    Nostalgic.

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  14. Dobson27 February 2013 at 16:46

    Ah memories. Unfortunately they fade just as our health and the strong structure of our homes and barns.

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  15. Amrit Sinha28 February 2013 at 18:39

    Time passes by, leaving us with memories !!!

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