COLOR OF OUTDOORS

the mermaid’s eulogy

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 28/12/2010

finding myself in the water

she says

let’s go home

in this black silence

off i go

in this black silence

off i go

finding myself in the water

tangled in sea weed cries

these things take time

they will not tie me down

she says

let’s go home

finding myself in the water

off i go

let’s go home

Merry Christmas

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 24/12/2010

Merry Christmas fellow bloggers. It’s a rainy one today in St. Lewis, and quite windy as well. I ventured to Shoal Point to get some pics because the sea was going nuts! Enjoy the pics, enjoy your holidays, and be safe! See you in the New Year!

Tetley in the morning

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 21/12/2010

It’s a chilly day here on the south coast of Labrador. I’m sitting to my desk, sipping a cup of Tetley tea and gazing out over the snowless terrain. The last Christmas that I can remember us having no snow was when I was in elementary school. It was particularly icy that year, and mom, for the first time EVER, was ill-prepared for Christmas. I remember her sending my Dad and I to the store so I could pick out my own stocking stuffers.

I had high hopes this year that Dad and I would yet again be able to go on a ‘boil-up’ together. For those of you who don’t know what the term boil-up means, it’s basically a picnic in winter + a fire. Boil-up’s are kind of a tradition amongst my family in the winter time. My best friend, Savannah, who is in St. John’s for Christmas, also partook in boil-ups with me.

Overall, this Christmas is kind of a grim one. My Grandfather is in St. Anthony in the hospital, awaiting his placement in an old age home. My Grandmother, who would always talk my ear off when I went to see her, is still, silent, and uncomfortable as she waits for her medications to kick in, day after day.

My Aunt, whom rarely ever sits down, is stuck using a walker with wheels to get around because of her fractured hip bone. I tell ya, it’s a sad, sad Christmas at the Poole household. But all that can be done, is being done, and Christmas will still come and go.

Last night I went to my Grandmothers and put up their Christmas tree, hung some decorations about the house, and delivered 40 or so cookies and a cheese ball. ┬áThis time of year was always special to my family, and by god I’m going to try and keep it that way.

If for no other reason, I’m dead set on doing my best in Journalism so I can get a good enough position in the news business to make our M.H.As more aware of what’s going on in the elderly community. Where would we be without our elders? non existant.