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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Memory (07/10/08)

TITLE: Woulda Coulda Didna
By Judith Gayle Smith
07/13/08


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Great galumping. Galloping whoomps. Whooshes. Holes of blankety blanks ripping thoroughly vacuum of stored precise preciousnesses, Chronic Fatigue? Alzheimer's? Aluminum pots? Pot? My memory no longer memorizes - more mammaries than memories. Good for bad things not recalled. Bad for good things needful. Sixty-five years of strangeness - worthy of note or un-noteworthy? Finally remembered to contribute but contribute to from what? Why am I doing what seems so vital to be done? Gram - I know I had three. Not unusual today. Journal. Diary. Unkempt, unkept - shoulda woulda coulda but didna. Walk a mile through my brain. Wha? Dreams. Scary. Whyzat? Trodden brain cells. Wow - complete thought! Dream escapes. Little girl - always big trouble. Spankings. Hairbrush. Lots hurt. Short bursts of sanity? Insanity? Punishments or accolades? Who was I when? Who am I now? Who and why will I become? Disjointed thoughts almost coherent now. Concentrate! Boiling sun. Dampened dreams. Pursuing happiness? Loved butterscotch ice cream. Remember dress starch tasted like scutterbotch. Sucked sleeve in school. Paragraphs. Punctuation - punctual, puncture. Mom's scallops - hockey pucks. That I remember? June bugs, tomato worms. Snap dragons! Marigolds! On a roll! Braided hair. Challah - bread braid. Puppy love. Rock and Roll. Elvis pelvis. Sock hops. Crazy hat dance. Won twice for hats! Remember that - odd. Paid to work at Disneyland - true Mickey Mouse outfit. Good memory. First car - white with red upholstery. $300. Lasted three months. Now why should that come to mind? Want to forget pain - mine and others. Must remember, lest I forget to care. Me and others. Jesus - goodest memory. Godly memory. Hold tightest! His strength - my weakness. Him I remember best. Nothing else matters.

You ask for memories. Me too.


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Elizabeth Hexberg07/17/08
This is very different, and appealing.I enjoyed the humor, but also the deeper significance in the conclusion. Nothing else does really matter, 'this life is but a vapor'.
Very, very, clever writing.
God Bless. Elizabeth.
Karen Jimmy07/19/08
wow, i felt like i was reading the opening monologue from a quirky arts film. i liked it a lot. i have a really vivid picture of your character in my mind, eyes darting back and forth as though they might catch a glimpse the memories before they escape. i picture an old man, coke-bottle glasses, fuzzy einstein-esque hair sticking out everywhere; he's sitting in a worn armchair in a cozy corner of an old people's hostel room, sun hitting him from a window nearby. No one's there, but as the camera zooms on his animated face, eyes darting, the voiceover begins. so what happens next? :)
Patty Wysong07/19/08
Have you been spying on me? I really liked this--talk about different! Wow! But you boiled it down to the bottom line-and it was the goodest. *grin*
Arlene Showalter 07/20/08
Different. Creative. Super cool. Loved it.