Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Words For Wednesday

I am hosting for the month of July 2019.

This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Computer issues led her to bow out for a while. The meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, what have you. We can use some or all of the prompts.

Some of us put our creations in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog - please provide the link to your blog in the comments. I would really like it if as many people as possible joined in this fun meme, which includes cheering on the other participants. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.

Huge thanks to everyone who joins in the fun and/or comments.

First of all, a clip from one of the greatest Irish fiddlers.



And then two lists of 4 words each.

Subway*
Question*
Library*
Bench*

Voice*
Organize*
Fishmonger*
Horizon*
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Before I read anyone's story I post my own:
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THE DUET

Her head was down, already full of the pressures of the day as she stepped off the subway train. He stopped her in her tracks, what time was it, seven in the morning. And there he was, no question, playing the fiddle on the platform, sitting on the fancy wooden bench with the dedication plaque to some long dead commuter, his worn leather hat turned upside down to catch the coins.

She rooted in her purse, stirred by the melody, the voices of her grandparents coming back in such a rush that tears sprang to her eyes. On a sunny day, when business died down in mid afternoon at the fishmonger’s in Ballydehob, Granda would sit outside on his chair tuning up his old violin, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon in the harbour in front of the shop. Playing for all the emigrants in Americay, he’s say, all the ones that were starved out of here in The Great Hunger.

The fiddler stopped and smiled and thanked her for the couple of toonies she threw in the hat. Can I ask you a question, she said. He nodded. I’m organizing my ancient music portfolio for publication, she said, I have quite a library of these old Irish melodies, can you tell me the name of what you just played, I don’t think I have it in the collection.

Lord Mayo’s Lament, he said, it’s been in my family for generations. Do you play?

Oh yes, she said, I’m in the Toronto Symphony Orchestra, we’ve got five hours of rehearsals starting early this morning. She hesitated. But..... and she stopped again and gulped and looked at him as he started to play. Carbery’s Reel

Without thinking, she laid her violin case on the bench beside him and withdrew her beautiful violin.

Carbery’s Reel tingled in her fingers. And she tuned up and played alongside him as her grandfather had taught her, the wild music of West Cork coming alive in her very bones.




30 comments:

  1. The video wouldn't play for me so I'll look it up on you tube and see if I can get it there. Great selection of words that are already taking me on a trip. Thanks for a great month of prompts.

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    1. Oh - another good one, also involving the fiddle - I like it, there's quite an underlying story there! I didn't hear or see the video so was sent in a different direction. :)

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    2. Thank you Delores! It's been a joy. Truly.

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  2. Her gaze fixed on the grey horizon, sitting on the bench outside the subway Sheila felt bruised and battered by the insistent voices in her head.
    You are disgrace to BOTH sides of the family. Bagpipe music makes you cry. You told me that you would rather listen to a fishmonger than the fiddle. You organise your life so that when we are listening to the music of your foerbears you are in the library. Again. Unnatural I tell you. Sometimes I have to question whether you are a member of this family

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    1. Wow..a disgrace due to your choice of music. That's one tough family. I like bagpipes too.

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    2. Oh - nice one Elephant's Child - so much in so few lines!

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    3. She is the whipping post child, she would be disgraced in their eyes no matter what she did, i think. It's sad there are people who feel that way about children.

      You've done a great job capturing the emotion.

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    4. Oh how cruel. That is awful. Excellent use of the words!

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    5. Chastised for following the beat of a different drummer. Some parents just don't see that some children are cut from a different cloth. Nicely done EC.

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  3. I couldn't hear the video, WWW, as my computer has a serious problem in the sound department - must get a new machine soon, but keep putting it off as it will involve moving from windows7 to Windows 10. I think I've dragged in all the words though. :)


    Other than his wife, Molly, nobody in the village knew what a superb singing voice Harry the fishmonger possessed. He had honed his innate gift to perfection in his youth in the city. Back then he would supplement his meagre income with coins thrown by strangers passing-by when he would sing at the subway's entrance on his way to work. Harry was shy though, among people who knew him, even in his adult years he would decline any suggestion by his wife that he might, at least, join the church choir. Molly was proud but a little impatient that her beloved husband had declined, for so long, to use his gift.

    Molly had been asked to organise a celebratory event in the village library, to mark something already on the near horizon : the centenary of the foundation of the village. Would Harry assist, for once, by venturing out of his shell of shyness, to sing at the opening and closing of Molly's "event"? She explained to him that the show would consist of villagers appearing on stage, two by two, to sit on a bench centre-stage and tell one another tales of the village's history and its inhabitants. Harry immediately decided he would not, could not, assist. Stutterings and stammerings, ifs and buts flowed. What Harry found even harder to take than the thought of standing in front of his shop's customers and singing to them, was the look of dismay and disappointment on his wife's lovely face.

    Harry sang. His songs were the highlight of the event. He was unsure whether to feel pleased, or afraid that having opened the door on his secret gift, he might never be allowed to close it again.

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    1. Some gifts are too precious to share.....Harry was very brave.

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    2. Now that the cat is out of the bag, i am sure people will want him to continue.

      Funny, but the fishmonger in my story was named Harry, also.

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    3. Oh T what a beautiful story, and he is so torn about his talent. I get that. Some gifts are private. I remember a friend with a hidden talent of calligraphy that she never shared. She felt it would ruin it.

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    4. I'm glad Harry was brave enough to sing, and now that he has done it once, he may be persuaded to do it again, or maybe join the church choir after all.

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  4. Twilight: How nice to hear of another dinosaur clinging to Windows7.
    Poor Harry. I feel for him, and am sure that door has now been wedged open. Singing was a true display of his love for his wife. Love your tale.

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    1. Good story Cindi, I like where you're taking these characters!

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    2. That was a different scenario from most, conjured from those diverse words - cleverly done and a good read, Cindy! :)

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  6. I love your story wisewebwoman. Tears pricked at my sentimental eyes.

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  7. I love your story too. I love that she played along with him and now I'm going to you tube to hear Carbery's Reel.

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  8. Oh River I hope there's such a time. I made it up lol

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  9. Irish music and Irish dancing are quite unique. I knew 3 Catholic priests who hailed from Cork County, Ireland. One of them hosted a party at the church that featured corn beef and cabbage and Irish music.

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    1. I am from Cork, Gigi. And I do love corned beef and cabbage. LOL

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  10. What a beautiful story WiseWebWoman. Brought tears to my eyes.

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