My daughter and I were inspired to go "treasure" hunting at Goodwill due to Tess Kincaid of Willow Manor's post (HERE). My little find is not quite as exciting a treasure as hers. This little cherub was distributed by an Ohio company, Napco, established in 1938. They imported Napcoware from Japan and it was popular in the 40's and 50's. I got him for $1.00 and I think he goes well with my vintage Wedgewood (Lichfield) China. A few dried flowers might look charming in the dish. The above photo is for my "365 Photographic Journey".
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Photo courtesy of "The Haiku Challenge" |
Personal journey
Traveling life's twisting path
Searching for substance
by Margaret Bednar, 02/27/11
for "The Haiku Challenge"
I liked this definition of substance: The actual matter of a thing; as opposed to the appearance or shadow; reality. This wraps up the daily Haiku challenge for February. It was a lot of fun.
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Photo courtesy of "Jack AZ Photography" |
Royal Wounds
Ripping out words, my heart is consumed with feelings of
outrage and discontent. Tired fingers tap out my nightmare, memories
yanked from the past, brutally displayed upon pristine white.
Arduously spilling buried emotions, the antique keys race with my heart.
Longingly I wish truth would escape, acutely aware the
wounds will end up crumpled. The devastating omission, hidden.
Oh, to be branded like my faithful "ROYAL".
Upon each year, improved, declared "Magnificent". My voice
noisy, courageous, unafraid. Sturdy and strong, I would reveal the
darkest of secrets, striking out with bold black ink, freeing my
soul from this haunting pain... My hand returns the carriage and me to reality.
Ripping out words, my heart is consumed with feelings of
outrage and discontent. Tired fingers tap out my nightmare, memories
yanked from the past, brutally displayed upon pristine white.
Arduously spilling buried emotions, the antique keys race with my heart.
Longingly I wish truth would escape, acutely aware the
wounds will end up crumpled. The devastating omission, hidden.
Oh, to be branded like my faithful "ROYAL".
Upon each year, improved, declared "Magnificent". My voice
noisy, courageous, unafraid. Sturdy and strong, I would reveal the
darkest of secrets, striking out with bold black ink, freeing my
soul from this haunting pain... My hand returns the carriage and me to reality.
by Margaret Bednar, "Art Happens" 02/27/11
for One Stop Poetry's "One Shoot Sunday"