Earth's Salt

Earth's Salt

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(memories of the fifties)

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salt of the earth was Freda
a hard grafter who survived
doodlebugs in the blitz

never without a radiant smile
coty lipstick applied thickly in hot
pink layers perfectly blotted

saturday mornings she shopped for
confetti bought in woolworths
because she loved a good wedding

it mattered not a jot that she didn't
know the groom or his bride
she would wait patiently 

standing outside the church
so she could shower the newly weds
with her congratulations

and a handful of eccentricity
salt of the earth was Freda
salt of the best earth

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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Wow what a character was this lady and related to you too did you inherit her traits from her distant genes
I would of loved a great Aunt or similar like Freda
It reminded me of how Maude went to funerals and was standing in yellow bright ware (from Harold n Maude) only your Freda went to weddings
Enjoyed this !

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thanks Julie. Freda was my paternal grandmother. Quite a character. Had a heart of gold, made her ow.. read more



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This is beautiful, I love it


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by. Your visit is appreciated.

Chris
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Gee
I could imagine your Freda would have had many a story to tell and would have been smack dead centre in all knees ups.
As others have said, a feel good write that pops off the page.
Good morning Christine hope all is well with you

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Gee. How right you are, she loved a good knees up and kept her Christmas decorations up ti.. read more
I must be missing something .. and have to ask .. is this about Freda Josephine Baker? .. not withstanding, Chris ... a wonderful poem full of lore and the "good old days" .. the healing after the War .. my best memories are from the 50s and 60s ... I was young and full of myself ;) Viet Nam ended that for us tho .. no matter what side of the issue one found themselves on .. youth was over for our generation .. i love the image of Freda .. bagging up on confetti at Woolworths ... not a town without one it seemed .. such a gay seen as she finds a wedding, anticipates and lets loose .. adding jubilation to the joy .. great stuff ma'am! loved this read!
E.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Hello Mr E and thank you for checking in. No the Freda here wasn't famous, she was a relative of mi.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

ahhhhhhhh ... thank you for sharing .. yes .. as your poem hits on ... she, as well as we, can make .. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

She was a happy, loving soul who made the most out of little. What more could you want :) Thanks Mr .. read more
a good feeling write
reminds me a bit of the elderly lady that sold hand painted cards along the roadside
Both making life that much more enjoyable

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dave, yes a good feeling write. Freda made her own happiness. I love that.

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At first I wondered why doodlebugs might figure into the blitz, so I did a little googling and found that it was the nickname of the German V-1 guided missile. Surviving that was indeed a triumph, and perhaps that ordeal was part of what made Freda eccentric. At any rate, weddings are supposed to be happy occasions. Maybe she just had a good time, so the money was well spent.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you John. She certainly liked weddings and watching the happiness of the bride and groom. This.. read more
This was beautiful to read. Would you also like to read my work?

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Cheyenne for stopping by. Will call on you soon.

Chris
There is something magical about memories like these. They cling to our hearts and feed our souls.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Cherrie. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris
These days she would be arrested for stalking...back then, it would be just as it was, eccentricity...
like Eleanor Rigby...
I miss that decade...some of my best years and memories.
j.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you J. I agree with you. The fifties really produced some characters. Loved that eccentricity... read more
What a gal? Really enjoyed this super charming write, Chris:)

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Pryde for stopping by. Good to see you.

Chris
salt, rice. each decade leaves its mark. sounds like a real handful. there's just something about such people. viewed as eccentric they season life and spice things up for us with just the right pinch... :)

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Pete. I just love the eccentricity of those times. Many thanks for stopping by.
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