tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post3376181837005157407..comments2024-03-25T02:43:49.115-05:00Comments on Karen Edmisten: Poetry Friday: The "I Am From" Project Karen Edmisten http://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-36511195643780315682018-10-16T06:19:33.248-05:002018-10-16T06:19:33.248-05:00Thanks, Sonja! How fun that we share such similar ...Thanks, Sonja! How fun that we share such similar childhood memories. I hope your mom likes the poem! :) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-23192637510108021632018-10-15T20:10:32.132-05:002018-10-15T20:10:32.132-05:00Thank you Karen for this poem. I felt that I was r...Thank you Karen for this poem. I felt that I was reading my story in so many ways! I grew up as the daughter of a career Navy/Coast Guard dad during the same time period. I can't wait to show my mom this poem.<br />Also I just heard you on the radio today being interviewed by Al Kresta and was happy to put a voice to your blog.Sonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02165595356974295815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-18303991931358137852018-09-02T10:04:30.244-05:002018-09-02T10:04:30.244-05:00Liz, thanks so much, and I think everyone understa...Liz, thanks so much, and I think everyone understands not being able to type on the phone! Lol! Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-47704720678458579382018-09-01T22:06:45.505-05:002018-09-01T22:06:45.505-05:00And clearly I can't type well on my phone at 1...And clearly I can't type well on my phone at 11 PM, and auto correct doesn't help at all...Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05127202199834183627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-76742892193676238632018-09-01T22:05:24.803-05:002018-09-01T22:05:24.803-05:00We still have a drive-in in Vermont as well (in th...We still have a drive-in in Vermont as well (in the town I loved in when I was in high school), but I never actually went to a drive-in until I was 18 (one of the sude-effects of growing up Pentecostal at that time and place). I love the poem, and learning new things about you.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05127202199834183627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-4839888217095959102018-08-28T09:32:03.659-05:002018-08-28T09:32:03.659-05:00Linda M., thank you so much! And I wish everyone c...Linda M., thank you so much! And I wish everyone could have known John and Norma and Madeline and Jim. :) <br />Kay, can't wait to see yours! <br />Karen/Name Twin, yes, our name USED to be popular. :) Looking forward to your I Am From poem, as you've already included lots of rich detail here! <br />Kiesha, thank you so much! It's such a great and inviting form, isn't it? <br />Robyn, enjoy your Noxzema memories. I always think of my grandma (Norma) when I smell it. :) <br />Michelle, thanks, fellow hollyhock doll fan! :) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-20631123596238602782018-08-27T00:28:23.717-05:002018-08-27T00:28:23.717-05:00So many lovely bits and pieces here that you share...So many lovely bits and pieces here that you shared–I like those hollyhock dolls too, thanks Karen!Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-79975733936694494972018-08-26T21:44:27.674-05:002018-08-26T21:44:27.674-05:00So glad you ran with inspiration from Tabatha'...So glad you ran with inspiration from Tabatha's post, Karen. Though you are from many more "locations" than I came from growing up, still - I feel like we're from the same "place." SO many of these fantastic details resonate with me. (And, for some reason, I was thinking about Noxzema just the other day - ha!) Thank you for sharing.Robyn Hood Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07279289715664168026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-53122338312923825602018-08-26T11:58:06.932-05:002018-08-26T11:58:06.932-05:00This is such a moving poem, Karen! I love all the ...This is such a moving poem, Karen! I love all the details and special memories. This has to be one of my favorite types of poems to write. I invite teachers and students to try it all the time!Whispers from the Ridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07819098985292406065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-51555064732516710572018-08-25T16:48:02.820-05:002018-08-25T16:48:02.820-05:00Karen: We share a first name! There were 4 Karens...Karen: We share a first name! There were 4 Karens in my class when I went to elementary school. Popular then. I enjoyed your poem very much and now I am in hopes of writing one. Mine will not have hollyhock dolls, though I wish I had known how to make them, but I will have beautiful dresses made by my mother, and homemade bread and sweet rolls, and Sunday afternoon rides. And walking to school with my big brother and sister on either side of me, swinging me in between. And a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. And laughing around the dining room table. I will have to think more on this. Thanks for the inspiration.Karen Eastlundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08778112838401454642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-19791897577438791382018-08-25T14:12:31.016-05:002018-08-25T14:12:31.016-05:00Such a rich poem with details that bring your past...Such a rich poem with details that bring your past to life. I'm so glad people are sharing these this week. I'm going to have to find the one I wrote along with my students to share.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-13183560649503299722018-08-25T13:58:09.221-05:002018-08-25T13:58:09.221-05:00What a beautiful history you've woven in this ...What a beautiful history you've woven in this poem. I love the heritage you include and the names of grandparents...the places. It's beautiful. So fun to see you take the idea and run with it. Just a lovely, lovely poem. Linda M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14895756177579663069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-69134481678022573392018-08-25T08:52:40.972-05:002018-08-25T08:52:40.972-05:00Michelle, I love that you feel a little closer to ...Michelle, I love that you feel a little closer to writing an "I Am From" poem! And I'm on board with that playdate. :) You were such a cutie, with that Winnie the Pooh turteneck and earnest love for your teacher. <br /><br />Margaret, thanks, and I agree -- it's always fun to see a thread running through Friday's posts! <br /><br />Mary Lee, thank you, too, and maybe I'll invite Billy Collins or Richard Wilbur over next week. ;) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-65649647853631361642018-08-25T05:04:18.487-05:002018-08-25T05:04:18.487-05:00You and Tabatha both have "slam-dunk" en...You and Tabatha both have "slam-dunk" endings for your poems. The specificity of your details is incredible, "the sleepy scent of Noxzema." These are definitely mini-memoirs, and the photo adds so much. While I was secretly hoping for Billy Collins or Richard Wilbur when I clicked in, I'm glad I got to know young you instead!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-20396780708976032492018-08-24T19:01:47.396-05:002018-08-24T19:01:47.396-05:00I love Poetry Friday when a thread starts and keep...I love Poetry Friday when a thread starts and keeps going through multiple posts. Your poem is like a memoir of sorts. Love the conclusion and how you have come to understand who you really are. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-81328390284943507282018-08-24T18:04:33.284-05:002018-08-24T18:04:33.284-05:00What a treat to get to know you better today throu...What a treat to get to know you better today through your poem, Karen! For some reason I've always felt stymied when trying to write an "I am from" poem. But thanks to yours and Tabatha's, I think I might be a step or two closer to getting there. And BTW, I think the age 6 me in my post today would like to have a playdate with the age 7 you.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-82559615536783431362018-08-24T12:24:23.450-05:002018-08-24T12:24:23.450-05:00Thanks, Linda! How fun that we share hollyhock dol...Thanks, Linda! How fun that we share hollyhock dolls. :) <br /><br />We still have a drive-in in our state -- it's only about 45 minutes from my house. Bring your granddaughters and we'll pack pillows and snacks! :) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-59159425418017586162018-08-24T09:06:15.864-05:002018-08-24T09:06:15.864-05:00Love all the details shared in this loving poem, a...Love all the details shared in this loving poem, a good start to a memoir? I did a lot with flowers at grandparents' homes, including hollyhock dolls, precious things. I wish I could take my granddaughters to the drive-in. What fun it was! Thanks for all, Karen. a lovely "Where I'm From" poem!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-73646547761398182862018-08-24T08:05:53.659-05:002018-08-24T08:05:53.659-05:00Tabatha, the doll cake is totally beyond me, too. ...Tabatha, the doll cake is totally beyond me, too. :) <br /><br />Thanks, Irene! I was just over at your blog and I absolutely loved "Cello Love"! Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-22799000571194345832018-08-24T07:35:16.831-05:002018-08-24T07:35:16.831-05:00Karen, I love learning more about you and your rub...Karen, I love learning more about you and your rubber and glue and nomads and imagination... and that pic is ADORABLE! Thank you for sharing. xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-36954024449369395332018-08-24T07:32:48.462-05:002018-08-24T07:32:48.462-05:00Thank you for the links, Karen! Those hollyhock do...Thank you for the links, Karen! Those hollyhock dolls are so sweet! Now I want to make one... (Pretty sure the Barbie doll cake is beyond me!)Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-86104238472875981532018-08-24T07:09:18.091-05:002018-08-24T07:09:18.091-05:00Hi, Tabatha! Thanks again for inspiration! :)
Fr...Hi, Tabatha! Thanks again for inspiration! :) <br /><br />From the time I was about 4-6 years old, we lived in Spokane, Washington, and our neighbors had loads of hollyhocks. We made loads of hollyhock dolls. Here's a link explaining: https://www.bhg.com/gardening/design/projects/make-a-hollyhock-doll/<br /><br />My mom was an elaborate cake decorator and she made cakes with a Barbie doll in the middle -- the layers of cake became the skirt. Here's a link to see what I mean: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/8160/barbie-doll-cake/ My sister and I always felt SO FANCY to have such cakes. :) <br /><br />(Also? I am suddenly feeling very old, lol!) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-16224094648964900022018-08-24T06:54:17.819-05:002018-08-24T06:54:17.819-05:00So many great details! I love that Grandma thought...So many great details! I love that Grandma thought you liked peas because you gobbled them up, and that your father's hand was all-absorbing at the airport. I'm wondering what hollyhock dolls are, and doll cakes (apparently the doll-related items are making me curious!).Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com