This Handsome Young Man #100DaysOfOldDays

Posted on June 6, 2022 by Gloria

Day 93 #100DaysOfOldDays

Today’s post is also linked to Charli Mills’ 99-word story challenge. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story behind a memorial.

This handsome young man is my grandfather – my mother’s father.

He was one of thousands of young Irish men who joined the British Army during World War II. He served with the Royal Pioneer Corps.

In 1942 he was shot and sent home an injured man. After being vindictively branded a coward, he returned to his station in the Netherlands.

Although the war ended in September, the Pioneer Corps continued their engineering duties rebuilding bridges and the like. On December 18^th 1945 my grandfather was shot and killed by a sniper who hadn’t realised the war had ended.

***The first time mam got to visit her dad’s grave* *was in 2019***

***Over 3,600 soldiers from the Republic of Ireland were killed in WW II***

Today’s artwork is by my brother Terry. Obviously this is who Lucy has inherited her artistic genes from!

Pot, Kettle #100DaysOfOldDays

Posted on April 11, 2022 by Gloria

Day 58 #100DaysOfOldDays

A fun post today for Charli Mills’ 99-word Story Challenge.

She calls me black; I say the same back.

She’s older than me, jealous you see.

Water falls piping from my curvy spout,

she splatters and drips from her tiny pout.

She’s boring and plain, I’m impressive and vain.

I’ve come so far since days of old,

I shine like silver and sometimes gold.

I can be tall, small, skinny or fat,

Mrs Pot; she’s not all that.

I whistle and sing, I let off steam,

I invite Mr Teapot to join my team.

Teapot and kettle on proud display,

while Mrs Pot to her dismay, stays hidden away.

Butchered #100DaysOfOldDays

Posted on February 16, 2022 by Gloria

Day 4 #100DaysOfOldDays

In 1983, skin tight jeans were fashionable. After begging my mam for two weeks, she eventually bought me a pair in Finnegans.

Not only were they tight, they were probably a size too small. I had to use the pliers to pull up the zipper.

But the legs weren’t tight enough, so I took them in with the sewing machine. Now they were perfect—until I sat down. The zipper burst.

I peeled them down my legs but they got stuck at my heels. I had to resort to the scissors! Mam never knew I butchered my new jeans.

Today’s tale is also my 99-word story challenge for Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch February 14, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about zippers. What are the zippers for? What challenges do they present to the story? Go where the prompt leads!