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In The Quiet Of A Life


In The Quiet Of A Life

Wherein remains in the quiet of one’s life

In the melancholy of the soul

There lies deep inside of one

A bell gone silent without toll

There comes a reminiscent thought

When one looks back at what is still,

A passage of time forever sought

And to their memory commit to will;

For in the silence and the quiet

Of a bell that cannot toll,

They sit and wonder, meek and shy

What it was that came and stole

Their thoughts and pondering of time

A passage of life, they cannot find

For in the stillness of the hour

It is the quiet of their mind.

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Poem by:  Joyce E. Johnson

I wrote this poem in 1996 in memory of my father, Victor A. Mannhalter, who died in March, 1982 from a malignant brain tumor. During the last six months of his life the effects of cancer caused severe memory loss so that he could not recognize people or talk coherently to anyone, including me, my mother, and my siblings. When he tried to speak he got names and words mixed up, his thoughts and sentences, scrambled. I put myself in his place trying to imagine how it felt. For patients diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease or malignant brain tumors like my father the symptoms are much the same, as is the frustration in trying to remember things from their past and memories are gone.  For a man in his early sixties who had pastored churches for over forty years and devoted his life to full-time ministry and to the people in his congregations it was difficult to watch him deteriorate so rapidly. He always loved photography, carrying around a trusty old Pentax camera documenting events, his travels, and his life, ours and others in pictures and slides, his favorite pastime. As the cancer progressed, he lost what he treasured most; his internal memory of all, that which could not be saved, regained or preserved like the slides he took.

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Nutritious and healthy: Low Cal Chocolate Blueberry Crepes

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‘Nourishment’ comes in all kinds of presentations, serving size, and tastes. But, a pill? that is not a way I want to take it. I take enough other medications so certainly do not want to get my nutrition from a pill. There is no fun in that. A few years ago when I had put on a lot of excess weight through the years and had tried all kinds of diets, I went on my own weight loss program. No special diet, no special foods, or exercise regimens  or fitness clubs. I bought a Schwinn programmable, recumbent exercise bicycle and took long walks regularly. With the substantial amount of decreased calories and increased exercise I lost a full 100 lbs. over the four-year period. Keeping all of it off is a bit of a challenge and I still like an occasional dessert. But, I don’t make it a daily habit. 

I will share a little low-calorie, nutritious dessert recipe of my own that tastes great, is fun and easy to make. I like to experiment sometimes with recipes and often will alter one a little to cut calories. There are ways to get more nutrition with less of the fat or sugar. Here is my little creation presented and shared in Haiku style. 

I love crepes: all kinds

Chocolate and Blueberries

are my favorite

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Just a bit of rum

and cocoa in the batter

is the secret here.

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Blueberry syrup:

one cup frozen blueberries,

a little corn starch,

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A half cup sugar.

Cook slow, till thick and bubbly.

Top all with cool whip.

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Joyce E. Johnson

 

Friday Fictioneers – June 22, Melon Felon

The below story is my 100 word Friday Fictioneers story submitted for June 22, in Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers: Thank you Madison for the opportunity to be a part of Friday Fictioneers, and providing the photo prompts to use for the inspiration. Here is my entry for this week. Got it right to 100 words again, and has sure  been a lot of fun. Feedback and comments are welcome.

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“I have stomach pain. My head feels hot. Chills, headache, nausea. I hurt all over.”

“What did you eat?”

“Just some cantaloupe.”

More questions.

“Where?”

“The farmer’s market.”

I overheard their quiet discussion, something about a shipment of cantaloupe. It’s exposure to infected… flies? Carrying what?

Cantaloupe? I loved it. I thrived on fruit during my weight loss, to get the weight off… to get healthy.

Can’t hold up my head. Feeling faint. So dizzy. Don’t remember anymore.

Drifting, in and out, everything, everyone, fuzzy.

Shadows, forms rushing around me.

“Quick! The paddles.”

“Hurry! We’re losing her.”

“Good! She’s stable!”

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Posted June 21, 2012 by Joyce in Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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