We enter a house by the sea in the early 1970's...and open a door to a bedroom where a young woman sits before her beloved baby blue Smith Corona typewriter, tapping her heart out. She hits the return button on the typewriter as swiftly as she types, feelings had to be expressed, emotions explored..life was unfolding before her, she had so much to say. Her journal was a collage of thoughts and sentiments, her own and others. On this occasion she was writing about broken hearts and typing a poem she discovered, written by another 17 year old girl, who felt as she did...someone who also understood the trials and tribulations of love..the inevitabilities.
Fast forward to 2010, while unpacking from a recent move, the woman who once owned a baby blue Smith Corona discovers a file and in it are all the pages she typed as a young woman. The 'ping ping' of her typewriter is now a distant memory...the collage of her thoughts in her journal have since turned into a collage of life on her blog. She adds the poem to her blog, a sweet memory of young love.
You have probably guessed that the young woman was me and how I loved that baby blue Smith Corona. I haven't thought about it in many years... until today. I received a note this morning from Teri, a fellow blogger, who discovered my post, she had also saved the same poem and wrote to tell me about it. I was so touched that I have not been able to stop thinking about it all day. She wrote to say she found the author via google and wrote to tell her about the coincidence. I was delighted.
The title of the poem is Inevitabilities...how appropriate, all these years later. We both had a wonderful trip down memory lane. For me, it is another kindred spirit discovered through blogging. What a great way to start the new year. My sister would say 'it is a sign', perhaps it is. I have spent the afternoon searching out and reading those journals...reading myself at 17...37 years later. It has been quite an adventure.
I send my thanks to Teri @ Quinceberry (a thoughtful writer and talented artist) for making my day and to Jean Grasso (Fitzpatrick) for writing a poem about young love all those years ago. Kindred spirits indeed.
The post I wrote in 2010...
Posted 30th April 2010
by Jeanne @ Collage of Life
I am still unpacking, months on from our move and have started on my past. All those years ago, in my mid-teens I used to write and collect poetry and verse. This one goes all the way back to the early 70's. I could never bare to part with it and would like to share it with you. I do not know where it came from, I credited the author and all I know is that her name was Jean and she lived in New York. Most likely it was from a magazine because it was the 70's and we had limited options back then. My how the world has changed!
a memory is but a dream
too tangible to hold
like a snowflake that has glistened and sparkled
only to melt
into icy cold water in the palm of your hand
leaving no hint of past lacy whiteness
and if in ten years I have forgotten
how much shorter I am next to you
or the middle name of a boy I call "Cav"
I will remember all that is important
between leaves of English verse, a pressed orchid
a pair of white Levi's on some other, worthy boy
or a yellow Austin America glimpsed from
a strange corner (different faces inside)
will bring alive two seventeen-year-olds
unspoken dreams and promises
fingers entwined in quiet moments
soft I-love-you's whispered in the transiency
of a summer evening
(I marking time with the crickets song until
autumn and Yale abort you from our world)
and the familiar contentment will rest aside me
as I remember the times I needed you
and you held me so tenderly
when I cried for those huge realities
even you could not change
although you would have if you could
so I will remember
and shed a tear for two
and shake a fist at the sky
for whatever it is
that melts snowflakes
By Jean Grasso
17 years old
Tarrytown, New York
Note: I have written the poem as I typed it all those years ago.
Built by the British Motor Corporation and designed by Sir Alec Issignois and Pinin Farina who also designed of the Morris Minor and Mini. The Austin America was exclusive for export from the UK to the USA and was sold from 1968 to 1972. Approximately 59,000 were exported to the USA with production ceasing in 1974. Short but sweet. For more information you can go to Austin America.
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