• Kenneth Hopkins
    Family,  Holidays

    My Dad, My Hero

    This post was originally published for Father’s Day in 2011. My dad passed away this month (August 2019). He is missed. On Father’s Day in 2014, I woke up with the beginnings of this poem in my thoughts and proceeded to write Scarred Hands before I ever made it out of bed. Scarred Hands Hands scarred and rough from decades of hard work:Twisting bolts, lifting engines, replacing beltsWhile grease, oil and other liquids stained the skin. Years of taking care of a home, fixing things needing repair;Mowing, plowing, and planting vegetables and flowers;Always, tending to the safety of family with those hands. From hugging his mother, to saluting his sergeant,Wearing…

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    A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to a Garage Sale

    My sister and I called our grandmother “Nanny”.  My Nanny was definitely one of a kind and I miss her terribly. But, she’s left us with great memories. One involves an incident while she was searching for a garage sale. Nanny had this thing for what she termed “garage sale-ing”. She loved (and that’s not a strong enough word) going to garage sales and looking, even if she didn’t buy anything. But she usually came away with something. She loved the haggling back and forth over price. Boy was she good at it! She would buy stuff and when she accumulated enough, she’d have her own garage sale. Nanny was…