Z is for a tale about a girl named Zoë, at the end of the A-Z Challenge

A Girl named Zoë

Zoë was a young lady
who believed that just maybe
really existed for her,
so she set about searching.

She heard all the tales told
about princes and toads
that waited along the roads
for lovely maidens…
so they could offer them tea.

Then one fine day our Zoë
met the toad of her dreams…
(just a joke in a poem, ha ha)
not a toad at all……but a charming
young fisherman named Joe.

Joe  was neither a toad– nor a prince —
but he was handsome and single
“He will certainly do!”exclaimed Zoë
as she scampered off gaily, hand-in-hand
with the man of her dreams.

© Sometimes, 2016

U is for Ubiquitous, A-Z

One of the vowels,
Letter U is everywhere,
Spanish and English,
not uniquely paired with Q–
quite Ubiquitous.

The Aztecs used Q
but not them, exclusively,
although one wonders
who decided to pronounce
the sound of Q…like a K.

Ubiquitous too
is poison ivy, growing
in flower beds and on trees.
If there would be a contest
the champ would be Me!

I always wonder
why anything so pretty
can be such a noxious weed.
Don’t delay! It spreads
quickly without a good scrub.

© Sometimes, 2016.


S is for Schrödinger’s Cat

Today’s post was inspired by Mindlovemisery’s site.   Thanks https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/six-for-wednesday-3-schrodingers-cat/

I’ve always wondered
about Schröedinger’s cat–
specifically the end state
of the experiment.

Imagination shows plainly
or is it hopefully?  that the cat
jumped out of the box while alive
and sauntered off in time for supper

It would be a shame if the poor feline–
what was her name?– was to meet
her demise in the negative state
and failed to emerge none-the-worse
for wear in another dimension.

Well –now I find out that
although there was a Schröedinger–
he may or may not have had a cat,
and if he did there was no box, either,
the dear fellow was simply making light
of some Quantum Theory ideas of
colleagues who believed in it all.

Impossible! said Schröedinger to his pals
because a cat was of matter too big
for such an experiment to work at all
and anyway, the whole process was silly
and way too complicated to contemplate…
and that is all supposing that the cat herself
was willing to even consider getting into a box
that was not of her personal choosing

© Sometimes, 2016

Here is a link to an amusing insight into the  whole incident of Schröedinger and the cat-in-the-box affair.




R is for RADIO shows in the A-Z

When we were kids, back in the 1940s, we spent inclement Sunday afternoons lying on the living room floor–coloring books and crayons at the ready for “something to do while listening to the radio.”   Then we would listen to a variety of shows which were aimed at no particular listening audience.  Cowboys, Cops, and Crooks of all kinds were the favorites that filled the airways.

TENNESSEE JED– A rifle shot followed by the sound of the ricochet as the bullet hit a rock…and a voice that called out “git ‘im, Tennessee!”  Then Jed, the hero, would go about on various adventures making the Tennessee woods safe from bad guys.

THE LONE RANGER– A horse would whinney, and hooves would clatter, and the sound of an orchestra playing The William Tell Overture would fill the room.  “HI HO, SILVER!” and “What’s up Kimosabe?” introduced the episode’s plot.   The Lone Ranger and his pal, Tonto, their respective horses–Silver, and um…Scout?…  then proceeded to fight bad guys and hostile Injuns.    At the end of each show a mysterious voice would ask plaintively… “WHO was that masked man?”

THE FBI IN PEACE AND WAR– I don’t recall the main characters, but the rousing orchestral music began Bum…bum..bum…bum…BUM de-Bum announcing the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) was on the guard against spies and other enemies of the nation.  This was reassuring to us kids, who were indoctrinated to the ways of evil in our very tender years.

Then there was CAPTAIN MIDNIGHT!– The Captain was a caped crusader, very brave and mysterious.  I remember him being shiny dark in the comic books by the same name.  He stood for all that was good.

THE SHADOW always was familiar with the “Evil that lurks in the hearts of men!”  Who knew?  The SHADOW KNOWS!    I believe the hero’s name was Lamontt Cranston…

DICK TRACY– always on guard against Badness.  A police detective who was well-known to Crooks and to the good people of the city, who recognized Dick Tracy as a savior and hero.    He had the “classic detective demeanor” recognizable by his chiseled-facial-features (sharp nose and angular chin…and trench-coat and fedora.)

THE SQUEAKING DOOR– was a hair-raising mystery show, which began with (what else–a squeaking door) and featured all manner of villains and victims, and tales of horror and hints of the supernatural.   Personally I did not listen to the Squeaking Door because I was such a little wimp.

THE INNER SANCTUM– was another of my mother’s favorites.   She would listen to these shows late at night, waiting for my Dad to get home from work around midnight.   She would get so absorbed in listening to these horror shows that she would jump at the slightest unexpected sound.    Mom used to crochet fancy edges onto handkerchiefs, which we would give as teachers’ gifts—which has nothing to do with anything, except that she would be listening intently to the scary stuff on the radio and  concentrating on her needlework.    Listening to radio presentations required great involvement of human imagination.

One time my husband and I were driving in a hilly area of Germany, and the radio station we were listening to (probably AFN, Armed Forces Network) broadcast The War of the Worlds, the original version narrated by actor Orson Welles, which actually scared the heck out of much of the listening audience in the U.S.     Remembering that broadcast even now gives me chills…the mastery of Orson Welles’ narration of the fictitious (but who knew?) but intensely realistic and convincing “breaking news report” of the Martian invasion of New Jersey.  Every time I see those huge power line towers constructed like huge erector-set metal monsters…I am reminded of that radio broadcast.  I have seen Jules Verne’s War of the Worlds numerous times on television or movies….but it is never as effective as when technical effects and details are supplied by my own mind.   The power of imagination!


Q is for…scrabble? in the A-Z challenge

Scrabble enthusiasts
(you know who you are)
know very well that
to be able to use that Q
there must be a U,
in English, anyway.
So quickly, as soon as
possible…grab that U,
and don’t use it frivolously
on words other than Q’s…

There is always QU for Quilt,
as Quilters will know,
and in Spanish there is QUE?
in English a Query.
On a Quest for a Q-word
we may know Quetzalcoatl
the Aztec super-god.
In Cleveland, Ohio there is THE Q,
which stands for Quicken (Loans)
a huge arena.

Quietly, with that collection of Queer Questions
I shall QUIT before falling behind…

© Sometimes, 2016


P stands for Photography in the A-Z Challenge

Here are a few examples of preservation of photos of relatives:  these photos are in their original frames, on the wall or (currently on dresser waiting to be put back up after we painted the wall.  These photos show several generations of my family from my great-grandmother to my youngest grand-daughter.


Great-grandmother Ann (Rt) and her BFF, Mary. ~1859 they are 16.  Grandfather Arthur, Grandmother Lillian (about 18 yr) ~1900


granddaughter Gina , husband Bob, me and brother, Dad, Gram, and Gt.Gram Ann.  (top row is baby daughter, sister-in-law)


Professional or amateur, photographs perform a valuable service by preserving pictures of personalities and princesses, politicians and plutocrats.  Photos—published by periodicals and newspapers, and in alumni yearbooks–the perfect way to remember classmates and professors.

Places and Panoramas preserved for posterity, on photographic film and/or paper by both professional photographers and people with cameras ranging from little point-and-shoots …and by Pros with elaborate camera systems…producing permanent portraits of places and people which will last indefinitely in publications, on electronic platforms, on walls, and in properly stored shoe-boxes.

Preconceived ideas aside, perhaps the preferential aspects of comparison of preservation possibilities would be a combination of the two systems: paper and virtual.  Online computerized storage is efficient and far less space-saving than accumulations of various paper forms.   However–they are also more vulnerable to a number of unspeakable catastrophes to the power grid.  Yes, I know, paper can burn and become ruined by floods…there is never a perfect system.

I am a great advocate of paper…printed out documents and manuscripts (especially manuscripts) properly stored in file folders in fire-proof cabinets.    Given a choice of an ordinary paper dictionary…or a hundred electronic forms of the dictionary…the paper will win my heart any time.