Everyday Ago

Everyday Ago

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Nostalgia: A device that removes the ruts and potholes from memory lane. ~ Doug Larson


I remember clothes on the line,

sun-dried linens and windblown sheets,

sweet country air scented with pine.

The folded years of life repeats.


Raindrops on rooftops made of tin,

bare skin sinking into the earth.

Life was just so much simpler then,

the smallest things of greatest worth.


Picking green beans and shucking corn,

nodding rockers on the front porch,

the rooster’s crow the early morn

beneath the flame of day’s bright torch.


Castle Crawford cast iron stove

whose heat would drive you out the house,

paperback books - my treasure trove.

They were the field, and I the mouse.


Smell of wild onions freshly mowed,

Folgers perking in a glass top,

dust blowing off that old dirt road,

on either side the yellow crop.


The smell of rain after the storm,

the cool taste of a crystal stream,

open windows when days were warm,

sheer curtains blowing in my dream.


Tall, tall windows and hardwood floors,

open rafters of attic finds,

hand-carved mantels and stained-glass doors,

these are the haunts of older minds.


I find joy in reminiscing,

of making angels in the snow.

The days of old have gone missing,

but they were everyday ago.

© 2023 Linda Marie Van Tassell

Author's Note

Linda Marie Van Tassell

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The flavors are unbelievable! your rhythm and rime are superb! Absolute delight in every sense ...Thank you

Posted 1 Day Ago

A pretty picture painted of simpler days when all was easy and carefree....and then we grow up and the whole scenery changes. And when it does it makes reminiscing on the past all the more precious. Some lovely description in your rhyming form.

Posted 1 Week Ago

Great title, Linda. And great poem. It makes me wish I could have been there with you to see all those things. I'm glad I read this...do we still have favorites on this site? I'm adding it. :)

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1 Week Ago

I noticed the site wasn't acting right today. I'm unable to add to my favorites, but I'll try again .. read more
Awesome title! I believe many will read this and be as captured by the dynamics of it as I was. It's life, the way we all remember it, in growing up. How beautifully and evocatively you've brought to life once again.

Posted 1 Week Ago

What a beautiful journey back into the past. Many of the mentioned memories I as well share and to think back to those days brings a few more to mind, playing baseball on vacant lots, waiting for the milkman to come to get some free ice in the summer, decorating your bicycle to ride in the Memorial Day parade, being at the newspaper store on Thursdays because that is the day the new comic books came out, using clothespins to attach baseball cards to the spokes of your bike...ok, I got carried away, sorry. I loved your poem but what I think I liked the best was the phrase "Everyday ago" What a wonderfully creative thought and a perfect theme and ending to this poem. Amazing my friend.

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1 Week Ago

Oh my, what a beautiful story about the bookstore. I just loved that, that story is a poem in itself.. read more
Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

I loved that old store. I was so proud every time I lugged that bag of books home. I used to drive.. read more

1 Week Ago

It was probably nice having boyfriends you could read like a book. : )
And not a cell phone in sight! The laundry on the line is one of those smells that instantly bring my childhood back, with freshly laundered sheets tucked tight around me and filling the room with that outside smell that fabric conditioner tries and fails to mimic.
We might not have had as much as the today kids, but we were never bored either, with their never ending collection of distractions. I wonder what their memories of childhood as adults will be. Probably broadband no doubt. 😊

Posted 1 Week Ago

Reading your beautiful memories brought many of my own to the fore. Especially Monday the start of the week and wash day. I had flashes of my mother pegging on the line. White cotton sheets, blowing in the breeze. She was smiling and she looked so happy. I thank you for that and the gift of your beautiful poetry that you share with us Linda.

Posted 1 Week Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

Thank you , Chris. Plucking the petals of memory was fun for writing this piece. Funny how certain.. read more
We still have a clothesline and a coffee pot with a glass percolator top. Most of my books are hardback but I still have a few paperbacks. I made snow angels with my daughter the last snow we had. There's a cornfield right behind our house where the wild Canada geese fly over every morning and sometimes I photograph the sunrise there. Crows come to visit too and sit in the trees like sentinels of the dawn. I miss stringing and snapping green beans with my mother on the porch. These days, I buy them frozen in the bag and cook them in the crockpot...there's some in there now. I don't have a cast iron stove but my grandmother had one in her house. I do have an eighty year old cast iron pan I use to make cornbread in. Sometimes I make banana bread in it as well. So... the past isn't completely gone, my friend, it still lives in those of us who remember and in some of us who just prefer the old to the new in many instances. I know I wouldn't give up my books for anything. The online virtual library is okay and I know it's portable with tablets and laptops but it won't replace a book that I can leave in the car without fear of overheating or being stolen by some random passerby. Anyway, I enjoyed the stroll down memory lane to things both near and dear to me. Thanks for sharing the lovely poetry. Bless, F.

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Fabian. I'm so glad that you stopped by. I actually have a question for you. I had sav.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

Not as a standard rule but I deleted everything recently and started over with all new stuff.
Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

"The River's Way" should stay. It is a masterpiece, and I don't say that lightly. It really is spe.. read more
Dear Linda,
An amazing poem on a wonderful childhood that took me right back to my own carefree and rustic one. I will write it soon.... Thank you for such inspiration in beautiful verses. ❤⚘

Posted 1 Week Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

You are so kind. Thank you, Divya.
Your poem read effortlessly as it brought me back to some of the same things that are forever ingrained in our senses. Love your last two lines. Creative title as well as creatively written.

Posted 1 Week Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Ladysue. I am glad that you stopped by and I appreciate the review.

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Added on March 11, 2023
Last Updated on March 11, 2023
Tags: Everyday Ago, Linda Marie Van Tassell, Nostalgia, Reminiscing, Old Times, Good Times, Simpler Times


Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell


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