Throwback Thursday — Hidey-Holes

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie asks us about Secrets, Hiding Places, and Niches.

Here are Maggie’s questions.

1) Did you keep a diary or a journal? If so, where did you keep it?

Unlike many bloggers, I never kept a diary or a journal back in the pre-internet days or in my youth.

2) Did you have treasures or money you hid from siblings or parents?

Not really. I had two sisters who were both considerably older than me and pretty much ignored me. My parents didn’t seem to be all that interested in or nosy about my “treasures.”

3) Did you have a need to hide things your parents would not approve of, like cigarettes, etc.?

When I was in my mid-teens I used to hide cigarettes in a tiny niche in my closet. I also had a small collection of “girlie magazines” (which were tame by today’s standards) that I hid behind the headboard of my bed.

4) Thinking back, describe your most creative hiding place.

My hiding places were more functional than creative.

5) Did you have a tin box or safe or a diary with a lock?

I had a small metal cash box (similar to the picture below) where I used to keep my saved up allowances that I would use to buy baseball cards, comic books, and girlie magazines.

6) What about yourself? Did you ever have a favorite get away spot or hiding place?

We used to live in a four-level split level house from when I was about five until I went off to college, and the lowest level (or “sub-basement”) was my domain. It wasn’t a hiding place, per se, but my sisters and parents rarely went down there.

7) If you did not feel the need to hide away, where did you go for a little alone time?

Either the aforementioned sub-basement or the woods that were at the end of my block.

8) If you had siblings, did they hide things from you? If so, what types of things?

As I mentioned, my siblings were older sisters. Fifteen and nine years older than me. Their rooms were, under penalty of death, strictly off limits to me. So if they had any secrets or things they wanted to hide from me, I didn’t dare find out.

9) Now that you are an adult, do you still have little niches where you hide things away, like mad money, treasured letters, etc?

No. My wife is like a bloodhound and if I were trying to hide things from her, she’d surely find them and then I’d have some ‘splaining to do.

10) When you feel the need to be alone, to where do you retreat?

As I mentioned in my response to Sadje’s Sunday Poser this past Sunday, when I want to be alone, I go outside, weather permitting, to my back deck where I have a swing chair hanging from my pergola. My backyard has beautiful views, the sounds of a running waterfall and birds chirping, and it’s a great place to relax, unwind, and enjoy the serenity.

What We Might Be Yet Again

He was never very presidential
In fact he acts more like a clown
But the Republicans give him a waver
Because he riles up the crowds
His ideas have the substance of a twig
And his mind is like a big black hole
Devoid of anything worthwhile
Unfortunately there is no prescription
Nothing medicinal to cure his ardent followers
And him of their delusions of power
But maybe he’ll ultimately just fade away
And the country can once again thrive
To imagine the lush, idyllic verdant hills
Under the brilliant azure skies
Reminding us of what we once were
And what me might yet again be


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (presidential), Word of the Day Challenge (clown), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (waver), Your Daily Word Prompt (twig), My Vivid Blog (hole), Ragtag Daily Prompt (medicinal), and E.M’s Random Word Prompt (verdant). Photo credit: Pexels.com.

One-Minute Fiction — I’ve Been Framed

I was gone for only 15 minutes.

They stole my tires
They stole my rims
My front and rear brakes
My seat post and saddle
My handlebars
My front suspension fork
My gear shifter
My fenders
My luggage rack

The only things they left were
My frame
My bike’s U-lock
Lotta good that did

I’ve been framed.


Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny.

FOWC with Fandango — Waver

FOWC

It’s July 7, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “waver.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.