At the beginning of the week I got a new computer. For old times sake… I am writing this post on my old one: The Dinosaur (I will post a picture of the ole guy, below!), it will be this computer’s last post on my blog ever. Kinda a sad way to think of it, because it’s been through so much with me. When I type on this keypad – my fingers dance across the keys in harmony without stumbling or hitting wrong keys.
It takes a while to leave an old computer behind as it’s always been home. My new computer is a Macbook Pro just like this one, but maybe this guy’s worn in-ness is what makes it so familiar. But, boy am I happy I have a new one, because the back of this one is falling apart and the trackpad works no longer. (If you’re wondering… I am using a mouse.)
Just to think of everything I did in my past with this computer…
- Just to think of all that I had written on this computer. All the years of struggling through literary assignments and staying up late with Critical Analyzing papers for my literature classes.
- Writing with tears in my eyes during my college years, when I survived a 4-year mentally abusive relationship, and finally ended it to move on to better things.
- It made a trip with me to England and back again.
- Dino and I designed and wrote for a literary magazine.
- I plunked out two full manuscripts on Dino as well. He traveled to Australia with me.
- Dino was also my life-line to my boyfriend in Australia.
I believe this little bugger, my ole’ dinosaur has served me well. And made me proud to be an Apple user.
I’ve been cleaning off my hard-drive and saving documents and files on my external and I found some old writings of mine. Below, is a poem I wrote in memory of my Grandpa Dennis Otto. I took a poetry writing class back in college and this was one of the poems I did for that class. So I just thought I would share this with you.
Queen Anne’s Christmas of Memories
January 21, 2009
Every Christmas I taste the memories-
memories from years gone by.
The box, red of Queen Anne’s-
imprisons the smooth, round morsels there, until they see light of day.
As you slid your finger under the edge of the box to open it,
your memories come flying back to me,
“Want one?”, you’d ask as you hold them my way.
I took one-
A smile etched it’s way across your face as you grabbed one too.
The smell was rich-
of milk chocolate.
a chocolaty, creamy, sugary, syrupy mixture
with one whole cherry
bursting in my mouth.
Tastes are memories-
they are filling.
Giving a warm feeling of comfort in your stomach,
the safe sensation you get on Christmas that nothing can go wrong.
Back to the present day and there is a box
red of Queen Anne’s-
Imprisoning the smooth, round morsels there, until they see light of day.
I slide my finger under the boxes edge.
Opening it, the smell drifts in a flavorful aroma.
I pop one in my mouth the taste of chocolaty, creamy, sugary, and syrupy mixture
with one whole cherry
With that your memories come back-
YOU come back to me with Queen Anne.
As she imprisons the smooth, round morsels there, she sets you free in my memories forever.
A small story goes with these delicious sweet chocolate covered cherries. We would always get my grandpa chocolate covered cherries for Christmas. He would offer one to all of us as soon as he opened the box. It makes me smile thinking about my grandpa. :) We still give each other Queen Anne’s Chocolate Covered Cherries for Christmas.
How about you, then? Do you have some object that reminds you of someone you used to know (like the chocolate covered cherries and my grandpa?)