tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post3130616714481162013..comments2023-10-31T23:27:18.777-04:00Comments on Random Noodling: Poetry Friday--"American Bambina"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-7210855741912649142014-07-05T19:41:45.874-04:002014-07-05T19:41:45.874-04:00Thanks, Julie. How sad it is that we really haven...Thanks, Julie. How sad it is that we really haven't advanced much over the past 100 years. We're back to the place where the "corporation" is in control of labor and workers' lives.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-78204071822128305242014-07-05T19:37:53.980-04:002014-07-05T19:37:53.980-04:00Thanks, Monica!Thanks, Monica!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-35407756759909856782014-07-05T19:37:29.335-04:002014-07-05T19:37:29.335-04:00Thanks Heidi! There's no looking back in this...Thanks Heidi! There's no looking back in this series of poems. I'm trying to capture the child in the place and time the photo was taken.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-57922908458236702402014-07-05T19:36:12.251-04:002014-07-05T19:36:12.251-04:00Thanks, Michelle. Thanks, Michelle. Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-22400237399231416842014-07-05T19:35:44.871-04:002014-07-05T19:35:44.871-04:00And it generally grows up without parental supervi...And it generally grows up without parental supervision!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-58631806358713500172014-07-04T20:24:42.067-04:002014-07-04T20:24:42.067-04:003 cents a gross - imagine that. And it still happe...3 cents a gross - imagine that. And it still happens, in a way. I had Latino girls - kids, really - in my ESL classes that got out of school and went straight over to the box factory to assemble cardboard boxes from 4 p.m. to midnight. Still, I love what you've done with this poem, Diane - the girl not complaining, just being proud of her work and of her nimble fingers. Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-43686722454591849432014-07-04T13:07:57.879-04:002014-07-04T13:07:57.879-04:00How beautifully you bring this little girl to life...How beautifully you bring this little girl to life. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-21544027095217664802014-07-04T13:02:13.684-04:002014-07-04T13:02:13.684-04:00I just love how this poem surprised me both with v...I just love how this poem surprised me both with voice and tone--I thought it would be the littlest one grown up and lookiing back, especially after the reading the caption, but big sister has a very authentic take on the scene. Nice!Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-11016663880523839472014-07-04T11:59:43.077-04:002014-07-04T11:59:43.077-04:00I'm so glad that nine year old made her voice ...I'm so glad that nine year old made her voice be heard! I love how these photos speak to you, Diane. You're a good listener.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-82269160565615474442014-07-04T11:33:55.759-04:002014-07-04T11:33:55.759-04:00Touching poem! Once again...you never know what a ...Touching poem! Once again...you never know what a poem is going to be when it grows up...until it's grown up!Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-65399891711056482732014-07-04T10:26:53.420-04:002014-07-04T10:26:53.420-04:00You're so right, Linda, looking through the Hi...You're so right, Linda, looking through the Hine photos, it makes it difficult to whine about anything at all!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-5292616227692758202014-07-04T09:58:56.180-04:002014-07-04T09:58:56.180-04:00My step-father was first born, too, & sold Gri...My step-father was first born, too, & sold Grit papers when he was young to help out. The father left him, mother & brother early in the marriage. I don't whine about anything anymore, know I have it easy. Even in these tough circumstances, children are still thinking of the siblings-you're right, Diane!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-57405573226241034902014-07-04T09:51:16.874-04:002014-07-04T09:51:16.874-04:00Thanks, Irene! I always find family dynamics to b...Thanks, Irene! I always find family dynamics to be fascinating.<br />Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868976411159042945.post-74736152981645100552014-07-04T07:43:06.354-04:002014-07-04T07:43:06.354-04:00I love what you did with this! "Only one is f...I love what you did with this! "Only one is first." As the middle child of five, I was always scrapping for my place... I think middle children learn how to get along with others and also tend to be fierce competitors... I learned so much about myself and the world through/with my siblings. Thank you for sharing! I will share your quilt poem next week... just didn't get to it today!Irene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.com