171. Adult Poetry: series (original) Civil War: Part 1: Pies and Bread
The northern Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper presented an unflattering portrait of southern white womanhood in a May 1863 illustration. The depiction contrasted sharply with the view promoted by plantation elites of virtuous southern white mothers and wives who obeyed and deferred to men. The panel on the left showed southern women “hounding their men on to Rebellion.” The panel on the right depicted them “feeling the effects of Rebellion and creating Bread Riots.” The latter panel referred to the Richmond bread riot, which took place on April 2, 1862 when several hundred women frustrated by food shortages and high prices broke into shops and stores to steal food.
Source:internethistorymatters.gmu.edu/
mom wired money after an S.O.S.
photo/srk/1966
Civil War
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I
Pies and Bread
It was 1966
in the heat of the 12,000 BTU summer
after running away from home to Florida
at age seventeen,
on a two-week lam.
Told my parents they were “stupid,
and seventeen years too late.”
I was wedged between Seward Park High School,
CCNY,
and raging hormones,
in a rented car
next to the 18 year old man I would
eventually marry,
though both too young,
eating in diners with
signs on the walls:
“we reserve the right to deny service
to blacks and Jews.”
The formica was greased by pork,
The waitress was southern fat,
her face young and round and dumb,
she lisped when reciting
the names of pies,
so pecan pies
sound like “pecan p-eye-th”
and there were key lime pies
and fear,
because we were Jews.
The billboards reflected the
Civil War:
“Even Yankees Like Southern Bread,”
“I’d Even Go North for Southern Bread,”
And through the Everglades we went,
On to Daytona Beach,
Where I was
too young to buy cigarettes,
But not too young
For the cheap motel rooms.
or the need,
or the hunger,
for love,
for lust, or
for burgers at 2 a.m.
The author speaks:
This is the first of a three part poem, and like many of my pieces, it is confessional, and reflective of earlier years. It’s pretty much explanatory, however I like to point out nuances that a reader might not get, to enhance the comprehension of the work.
This piece is about transitions in life, the bridging of adolescence and adulthood, a stage in life when we think we know everything and know nothing, when we make big errors and can’t find the eraser. When we live and learn.
This was my first time away on a plane trip, fearless, invincible and astonished at how backward this southern experience seemed, so much so it was frightening.
The carefree teen who started college thought she was old enough to act like an adult. Here my boyfriend and I went to another state, rented a car and drove hundreds of miles. What were we thinking? That there was nothing wrong with it. And after having a screaming fit at my parents, they were there for me and wired me $100. I can’t believe I still have the telegram.
It was another country, mid-60’s Florida, one of the most exhilarating places on earth, because to a city child, it was different, exotic, exciting. And in many ways, so primitive.
So here you have the juxtaposition of the free white kids, driving through diverse areas of terra incognito without giving it a second thought, but knowing deep down, there was a price to pay; we were in a place that had a very different reality.
This as a closing piece. Almost all the work I have posted since I started blogging around April, 2007; was written during a sabbatical. The good news is, I am hoping to self publish and start sending to magazines and journals; I have a new, but small body of work I will begin posting in the near future, the theme is couples and relationships; this 3-part poem serves as a link from the past to the present.
I am not a prolific writer; I don’t pump a poem out every day; sometimes I do not write for months, and it creates high anxiety. But I think constantly, I write in my head and when it’s almost cooked, I put the words to paper. I fear I will run out of ideas, and then what? It took me years to sit down and write the sabbatical series—it took a sabbatical and someone to report to in order to get it done. What if I can’t pull more rabbits out of hats?
I feel like I must post an original work each week, and I will try. But I might be busy printing and editing and researching what I feel I have to do to get “out there.” So please bear with me. I couldn’t do this without all you guys behind me. Just think of me as the dragon fly between the window panes.
I was blessed with a memory for detail, a sense of humor, and a good imagination; I feel lucky.
But I feel luckier because I have such good supportive friends (and family )
Sue
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I liked this poem. It reminded me of my own youthful trip across the south. It was 1970 and I had thought the civil rights act of 1964 had worked. I was shocked in Memphis to see a black rag picker. And to find when we stopped to eat that the white woman waited on us and the blacks had to bus the tables. And isn’t that what poetry is suppose to do – awaken in the reader a similar experience as the poet. This made me feel again that sense of being completely out of place, and afraid because the rules I thought were universal were not.
Tuesday February 26, 2008 – 07:23pm (MST)
First, take as much time as you need with your book. We ARE behind you 100% and can’t wait to get our hands on a Sans Souci original :o).
Second, as a Southern woman born, raised, and cornbread fed in the South, I can understand your excitement when you hit the Mason-Dixon Line. By from the state of Katrina/Rita, LSU BCS Champions, Zydeco music, and New Orleans we’ve had plenty of people come to my state just to marvel at our heritage and traditions. I’m hoping you enjoyed your stay in Florida as much as they enjoyed having you, even if it didn’t feel like that at the time. Just thought I would speak up for the South LOL.
Lastly, your poem brought up my own experiences at seventeen. I was bound and determined to get married because I knew it would last and my parents were wrong. I planned to be married before he was shipped half way across the world just so I could go with him to see the world. I knew better then they did. I didn’t need college or a break from the heat of passion to see if love was real or not. I just knew I had to be with him or I would die.
Almost 20 years later, OML it WILL be that long ago in Dec. :o(, I realize I should have listened to my parents. My marriage last five and a half years, had two children. The love of my life left me for another woman. And the dreams of living happily ever after were destroyed. THANK GOD! LOL.
I have been on 360 for only about a month so haven’t been able to follow your blog very long. I already feel, however, that you are capable of doing what you want to do. You are a very talented individual. I enjoy your blogs. The best to you.
Tuesday February 26, 2008 – 10:47pm (CST)
You are extremely talented and gifted. As Lori said, we are behind you and we believe in you. Just start believing in yourself that much – don’t think of the dry times, think of the times you have been brimming with ideas and energy.
This is a great poem, and I’m looking forward to the sequels. I’d write more, but it’s past my bedtime 😉
Wednesday February 27, 2008 – 12:10am (PST)
Not having any youth at all reading other people’s experiance often reminds me how lucky I was. As for your work not being origina well what does it matter if it entertains? No Sue you were born an original so don’t despair. Keep taking the pills. lol
Wednesday February 27, 2008 – 09:49am (GMT)
Good luck Sue, I for one certainly think you should get them published.
Wednesday February 27, 2008 – 06:11pm (SGT)
Sue, your talent is amazing. I cannot tell you how I am always transported to another place and time with your words. I am one of your biggest fans! I am glad that you are trying to publish your writings. To share this beautiful gift is awesome. I am looking forward to the series on love and realtionships. ((((((((((hugs))))))))
Wednesday February 27, 2008 – 07:12am (EST)
It is funny how sometimes we have to separate the things that make us who we are. Growing up in the south and later, after college, moving up North, I grew very sensitive of Northern portrayal of the south. Even as a black person growing up in this warp part of the US, I felt the need to defend the South. So when I read your poem I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. lol Still it was an accurate description and not just your recollection.
And that picture could have been the house and yard I grew up in. lol
As usual a wonderful poem that paints a time and place in all our lives.
Wednesday February 27, 2008 – 08:19am (EST)
Your work is like an hourglass with never ending sands. I love your stories. Always here for you as you start your book…you know this. Looking forward to the read.
This was unexpected…and I don’t mean this in a bad way. What an experience to have gone through!
As usual when reading your work, I really FEEL what you were experiencing.
You succeed in conveying an atmosphere and time in your own personal history with your uncluttered and carefully chosen words.
I am glad to learn that your parents DID send you the money(I know certain parents in similar situations wh didn’t).
LOVE the greyhound racing pamphlet art, AND the old Cypress Gardens pamphlet(did you go there?)
Dear Sue, Both of us have gone to the archives for our offerings this week and a similar feeling permeates our poems. The awareness of a big, inimical, unfair world and the way that we perceive it through youthful eyes that are full of wonder, but also wide-eyed astonishment at its unfairness and cruelty. Your poem touches raw nerves, as much good poetry does or should do. Your writings often make me feel physically as well as mentally uncomfortable and good writing should do that – transport us outside our comfort zone. I look forward to the next installment.
“Where I was too young to buy cigarettes, But not too young For the cheap motel rooms. or the need, or the hunger, for love, for lust, or for burgers at 2 a.m.”
All of it is wonderful, but I love this last bit most. The primal need to satisfy hunger… with the proper food. Excellent. I’m glad your mother was able to help you when you needed it. If it had been me with my parents, especially my mother, there would have been a very different message sent to me. I’ll be watching for the rest! -janeen
This was wonderful. I enjoyed reading very much. I wish you the best on your project. It is monumental and I have no fear that you will not fulfil your promise to yourself. I used to write amusing stories…then the wind blew them away…..I don’t know where they went….but I never doubt that I will find them. I simply have to prioritize and I’ll find that humor again. Should you ever run up against a wall….don’t worry it will find you.
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starfishred wrote on Feb 26, ’08
Wonderful the way I see you running and running to find something then you find it then it gets shattered into a thousand pieces like a crystal vase and the story continues like life must and slowly you glue the pieces together-can’t wait for the next instalment.
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sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Feb 27, ’08
I really love your autobiographical works!! The thought of publishing them is one I think you will do well with! You have talent my friend! As a southern woman I cannot believe the amazing changes that have come about in this area of the country in my lifetime. As your words capture..it was like a different land here in the south during the 60s. We embrace our heritage here in the south..fortunatley we have also embraced the need for changes. Yes indeed…we are on a similar wavelength this week.!
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millimusings wrote on Feb 27, ’08
Sue it was our era and nothing can change that. Even a different back ground and hemisphere and yet still the story resonates for me with all the reality of those teenage years. I may not have done everything that you did but I surely see similarities. Go get em girl your power is in your writing.
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bostonsdandd wrote on Feb 27, ’08
First, take as much time as you need with your book. We ARE behind you 100% and can’t wait to get our hands on a Sans Souci original :o).
Second, as a Southern woman born, raised, and cornbread fed in the South, I can understand your excitement when you hit the Mason-Dixon Line. By from the state of Katrina/Rita, LSU BCS Champions, Zydeco music, and New Orleans we’ve had plenty of people come to my state just to marvel at our heritage and traditions. I’m hoping you enjoyed your stay in Florida as much as they enjoyed having you, even if it didn’t feel like that at the time. Just thought I would speak up for the South LOL. Lastly, your poem brought up my own experiences at seventeen. I was bound and determined to get married because I knew it would last and my parents were wrong. I planned to be married before he was shipped half way across the world just so I could go with him to see the world. I knew better then they did. I didn’t need college or a break from the heat of passion to see if love was real or not. I just knew I had to be with him or I would die. Almost 20 years later, OML it WILL be that long ago in Dec. :o(, I realize I should have listened to my parents. My marriage last five and a half years, had two children. The love of my life left me for another woman. And the dreams of living happily ever after were destroyed. THANK GOD! LOL. |
It is funny how sometimes we have to separate the things that make us who we are. Growing up in the south and later, after college, moving up North, I grew very sensitive of Northern portrayal of the south. Even as a black person growing up in this warp part of the US, I felt the need to defend the South. So when I read your poem I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. lol Still it was an accurate description and not just your recollection.
And that picture could have been the house and yard I grew up in. lol As usual a wonderful poem that paints a time and place in all our lives. |
lauritasita wrote on Feb 27, ’08
I get the feeing that you really miss Steve. I wonder what your life would have been like together had he lived. I remember being in Florida on a trip with ma and dad, not really liking it. Too many old people. Very depressing, and ma and dad weren’t exactly fun to be with, but that’s a blog in itself.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Feb 27, ’08
lauritasita said
I get the feeing that you really miss Steve. I wonder what your life would have been like together had he lived. I remember being in Florida on a trip with ma and dad, not really liking it. Too many old people. Very depressing, and ma and dad weren’t exactly fun to be with, but that’s a blog in itself. Miss him. No Never, actually. There comes a time when one must reflect and examine all the pieces that make us who we are. These are the micro-details that give me the material to write about. There is more time behind me than ahead of me, and I feel the need to get it all down, every morsal. |
I always appreciate the background you provide, insights to better feel the atmosphere behind your words. We are transported there and then, and become part of your journey. You certainly have what it takes to publish. You know how to keep us captivated. Congratulations Sue for your work, and for having the courage to get it out there, where it will for sure be welcome.
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This is before my time, I was born in 1972, and have since tried to gleam this from my father, about civil rights, Viet Nam… anyway your writing gives a vivid picture of learning of the loss of innocense, no matter the year, the untruths we discover… I hope you find a publisher, you tell this story very well
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philsgal7759 wrote on Feb 28, ’08
You know all this was during my lifetime and in many ways it feels like it was another world. It’s been a rough road and we still have miles to go, but it is good to look back and see how far we have come. Personally and as a society. GREAT WORK Can’t wait to see you published. Does this mean 2 famous writers in the family?
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redheadgirl4 wrote on Feb 28, ’08
Wow Sue. I’ve been taking my time, browsing through this blog. So much to take in, and I loved it all as always. Your introduction captured my imagination, because I have a huge interest in the American Civil War. Frank Leslie’s Illustrated and Harper’s Weekly are huge favourites of mine — the graphics are amazing, amazing. And to realize that I was reading a poem not about that time, but about 100 years later, with one of the themes that so little had changed in some ways … it was unexpected, and it was a powerful introduction.
I remember those fights with my parents too. But maybe we are supposed to have those moments, because look at the world it opened up for you. This line gave me actual chills: “and there were key lime pies and fear, because we were Jews.” I don’t want to sound repetitive, but I can only say again that I don’t just read your poems, I experience them. I can honestly tell you that I have never read another poet’s work that affects me quite that way. Maybe it is the attention to detail, or your brilliance in knowing how to mix the small details with the bigger stories, or just the beauty of your words. But I love your works, and I hope you will autograph for me your first book of poems when it’s published! Just a couple of comments on your explanation. What you said about your parents being there for you, and you still having the telegram, made me cry! I’m so glad they were there for you. As for self-doubt, I personally think that every genius suffers from self-doubt. After all, without it, what would motivate us to always try to reach new heights? It’s arrogance, I think, that causes people to sink into certainty that their brilliance is supreme, and that they can’t improve themselves. And so they don’t. So the fact that you have doubts is perfectly normal, and even a positive. And I think it must be very difficult for people to write on a schedule. Writing is based on an inspiration, and the Muse, I think, doesn’t work a 9 to 5 schedule. When you are ready, you will have a lot more brilliance to produce, and I think we are all lucky to have you share it with us. OK, sorry this is so long! Can you tell I’m a fan? Big, big hugs, and thank you for this amazing blog! |
My dear poet,
you have the right to remind me, i appreciate it, i am extremely sorry why i did the mistake of not visiting here. so sorry, i apologize. thanks for dropping thru my guest book with a knock on my skull to visit you. yes you have done a marvelous thing over here. i may have to sum up that “OCCURRENCE OF CHANGE IS THE ONLY PHENOMENON WHICH DOES NOT CHANGE” yes change is inevitable, and if the change is for the good one should at any given point in time. you said u did so at teen and started confessing, fine i am sure you must be younger to me though it is not manners to ask a woman her age i am 58 today. this particular week in wed poetry i did submit a poem of how radically i accepted change not long long ago but say at my age of 54. yes it was warranted. i am giving you the link here. life is really wonderful after i found what i should have found earlier that is a friend like you. thank you. http://shankarg.multiply.com/journal/item/47/2008-m043-_Poetry_Wednesday_Remember_2_Remember_-_27_Feb_20_30_hrs_Chennai_India ShankarG♥2♥ |
We went to Clearwater that year and as an eight-year old, I don’t remember any of that…but I know it was there. We sure didn’t see much of that in East Tennessee, but it was there…not as open perhaps. Painfully, the world of print has not caught up with us yet and many journals and magazines call what we do here, publishing and will not accept anything that has been on your own personal website. Narrow minded if you ask me…but it has caused me to rethink what I do here. I am currently actively seeking print markets, typing up a novel and beginning to think about what direction to take my second volume of poetry in…believe me, I understand. And I too, would stand in line to get a copy of that book. Going to part two right away.
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I am starting from the beginning…
This poem is so great, because I think you transmit exactly how it feels when we are young. We feel can drink the 7 Seas in a glass of water, as we say here… On the other hand, it was very interesting personally, because it let me see that just the way our own national history is present in many ways, yours is too… the way you felt the South, the way you perceived it. On the other hand, it surprised me a lot that they had those signs at that time. It keeps on surprising me… Think about it…. it was not long ago. I’m so glad your parents helped out…. Going to read part II now. |
You know what I think about your project… That’s why I didn’t comment on that…
And… even though these poems are personal, they are so great, you know? I’m sure a lot of people would identify… Your writing is so good… it’s like blogging through poems and that is just fantastic! |
plantoneonme wrote on Mar 15, ’08
First and foremost Sue this blog is a work of art. I loved your poem so much because it gave the reader a moving picture of America and of young love. Your poem cuts through years of dust and cobwebs to a time when we were sure we knew everything about life and our parents were just prehistoric in their thinking. I can’t believe you have all those items from your heroic trip. I see it was your mom that sent the money.lol Maybe dad was too angry with his daughter to have not added a few choice words to the telegram, I know mine would have. I made my trip to Daytona at 17 yrs old also. Myself and three other friends left Ohio behind in a 1965 Chevy Van (similar) http://www.vcvc.org/duncan.html with 8 cases of beer and 1 cooler full of food. One would think that with two friends in jail, third degree burns on my feet and shoulders and an axle catastrophe somewhere in small town Georgia I would say is was a terrible experience; but no, I had the time of my life. Thanks Sue for bringing back some fond and not so fond memories.:)
I’m looking forward to reading the next two entries in this series. I’m not much of a writer, but in my limited opinion you should be a huge commercial success. I wish you all the luck. Almost forgot…I truly enjoyed the “Author Speaks” part of this post. I know I don’t stop by often, but I enjoyed learning a little bit about this person and poet I only know as Sue. |
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