tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post4679064591753724718..comments2024-03-28T06:12:51.470-07:00Comments on STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: GRANDMA'S KITCHENSherry Blue Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-74060692911805548892019-09-27T20:59:39.902-07:002019-09-27T20:59:39.902-07:00This poem is like being wrapped in a loved, worn q...This poem is like being wrapped in a loved, worn quilt. Adore this whole challenge!Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-65883321776853046482019-09-23T07:53:16.953-07:002019-09-23T07:53:16.953-07:00I think we all remember our 'peaceful' pla...I think we all remember our 'peaceful' places. Such beautiful memories for you!Linda Lee Lyberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669367010600000396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-8871964471790406862019-09-22T08:32:23.819-07:002019-09-22T08:32:23.819-07:00I love how you describe your grandmother's hou...I love how you describe your grandmother's house as a refuge from the chaos of life..brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-14704045942953544452019-09-22T04:37:35.004-07:002019-09-22T04:37:35.004-07:00How beautiful that you had a haven to go to. It mu...How beautiful that you had a haven to go to. It must’ve been a boon to your spirit.Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-8322418269312511712019-09-21T23:26:01.851-07:002019-09-21T23:26:01.851-07:00There is something about the ticking clock that ta...There is something about the ticking clock that takes me back to my grandparents home. Now I have the family clock, but I never wind it up. Some losses are too great.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-30552662415203526192019-09-21T16:21:15.200-07:002019-09-21T16:21:15.200-07:00indeed, it surely does. indeed, it surely does. richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17330361739509818299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-31580511271258988322019-09-21T14:49:33.995-07:002019-09-21T14:49:33.995-07:00It sounds like a wonderful place.It sounds like a wonderful place.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-72788160985675501842019-09-21T13:57:32.112-07:002019-09-21T13:57:32.112-07:00I like the music of the clock as sounds of peace.I like the music of the clock as sounds of peace.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-63622904617385100942019-09-21T10:12:55.054-07:002019-09-21T10:12:55.054-07:00I'm imagining the sound, and it's soothing...I'm imagining the sound, and it's soothing... There is something magical about grandma's kitchen. For me, it was the sight of herbs drying, walking up to them and sniffing them... Every herb had its own scent, but somehow they all smelled like her. These days, those scent feel like home.Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-67122221548753681142019-09-21T09:10:25.206-07:002019-09-21T09:10:25.206-07:00I was transported to another time and place by thi...I was transported to another time and place by this .. and the sweetest prompt ever.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-6290064782531406392019-09-21T08:15:41.146-07:002019-09-21T08:15:41.146-07:00Fabulous, Sherry. Fabulous, Sherry. ✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-52713057771163044702019-09-21T02:08:33.943-07:002019-09-21T02:08:33.943-07:00You were blessed to have your Granny and her lovel...You were blessed to have your Granny and her loveliness. She showed you a different life. I think lovely Grannies<br />are angels. rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-5001005068151711922019-09-20T21:51:53.273-07:002019-09-20T21:51:53.273-07:00You too had a sanctuary with your grandmother. I ...You too had a sanctuary with your grandmother. I especially like your comparison, "the safety and serenity" compared to the sunflower's welcome acceptance of the rain.<br />Thank you much for hosting.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-53566859894737388902019-09-20T10:44:20.858-07:002019-09-20T10:44:20.858-07:00I love that small song of peace. It sounds as if y...I love that small song of peace. It sounds as if your grandmoher's kitchen was a safe place in your turbulent younger years.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12299970145155468689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-78581579252324149072019-09-20T05:17:13.904-07:002019-09-20T05:17:13.904-07:00I love how the ticking of the clock gives a consis...I love how the ticking of the clock gives a consistency - a reliable and safe noise. A place of safety. I'm glad it was there for you and continues on through youJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-39119011780124361592019-09-20T03:59:07.068-07:002019-09-20T03:59:07.068-07:00Yes, I too have loving memory of my grandmother. T...Yes, I too have loving memory of my grandmother. The day after I started school as a five year old I refused to go again so she looked after me that day!Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-46623739419671678242019-09-19T22:55:20.374-07:002019-09-19T22:55:20.374-07:00What a sentence, Sherry: ‘Grandma’s house was that...What a sentence, Sherry: ‘Grandma’s house was that peaceful.’ I felt the same about my nan’s house – only the ticking clock was in my grandparents’ bedroom, there was no clock in the kitchen, possibly because it was so small there was no room for one, or it might remind her of how little time was left to do her chores! Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.com