It’s Never Too Late to Enjoy a Happy Childhood
The message behind this phrase is that no matter what has happened to us, we can redefine the past and create space for both the bad things that may have occurred while also inviting the happiness, creativity, resilience, play and laughter that children so naturally possess into our present life.
The Thirst is Upon Me
Jack and his friends at the Bog at 341 Adams Ave. Scranton, PA.
This is Jack’s nod to James Joyce which he often says sitting in his favorite seat in the corner of The Bog. It is inspired by the line the narrator says in Chapter 12 of Ulysses, “I’ve a thirst on me I wouldn’t sell for half a crown,” referring to his overwhelming need for a drink in Barney Kiernan’s.
Watch the Ice
This falls under the good-bye category and is a special salutation steeped in place and the kinship that comes from weather. Living in Northeastern PA ice is something we really must watch. Broken bones, sore muscles, sliding cars are the perils of ice. A lesser danger is humorous embarrassment as you find yourself suddenly on the sidewalk as onlookers ask if you are alright. This phrase can be said in all seasons as it is a general wish for a person’s health and safety.
The Wish Bone Will Never Replace the Backbone
Running at Kirby Park circa 1990s.
This quote is a reminder that we can make our resolutions and our vision boards each New Year, but we must put one foot in front of the other and start moving to achieve our goals. As a runner, cyclist and coach, this was my father’s mantra, but it applies to any dream we want to reach.
Support Your Local Poet
Local poets paint landscapes with words and and give a voice to our home, while connecting the personal with the larger human experience. Next time you see a poetry reading advertised at a local coffee shop or book store go to it!
There’ll Come Another Fine Day
My father adopted this from Michael Naughton, his distant cousin who lived in Belderig, a remote village in County Mayo, Ireland. Michael had been a fisherman all his life and although he never traveled far, he was a worldly, wise man who lived until 98. He always kept on top of global news, loved history, was a great storyteller and enjoyed riddles. I loved sitting in front of the turf fire hearing his stories and words of wisdom. I find myself saying this, as it is true bad days and dark times come but eventually comes another fine day.
Michael Naughton and my ten year old self in front of his house in Belderig, County Mayo, Ireland 1984.
