My family of eight lived with Grandma Kalb in her big farmhouse. The "front rooms" were closed off by Heavy sliding "pocket doors" that were Only opened for special occasions. The tidy space was off limits to our rowdy Bunch, as was the pump organ that Sat in the corner. I spotted the familiar instrument as soon As I walked into the 1890's house at the Ohio Village. The relic occupied a prominent spot in The living room decorated for the period. I couldn't resist. I sat down on the fringed stool, pumped My feet up and down and managed to Play a tune. The gals with me recognized the song and Sang along. "Jesus loves me, this I know; for the Bible tells me so." As a group of students filed by, they Smiled, perhaps imagining that we Senior ladies were as old fashioned as The organ. (In many ways, I am.) I know why fitness centers weren't Necessary in my grandparent's day. It winded me just trying to get the Organ to gasp out a melody. And lifting heavy iron pots, carrying Buckets of water, and a thousand Other strenuous tasks built muscle into Our forefathers' bodies. (But wore them out as well.) I'm nostalgic. I don't really want to go back. Yet, I wish I could go back. And for a moment I indulged my Fantasy as I pumped an ancient Organ and remembered life as it Once was at Grandma's house. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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