And so it was and more

Hanging out in the raspberry bush

Laying with the warm earth

The drifting clouds told me stories

My happy, alone space

I think I was three


Looking out of the train window

Crying with the rain

I never wanted to move

Sinking into my first loss

I know I was four


Beside Cherry Lake was my new home

Crossing the waters to the distant shore

With big brother rowing

To pick wild strawberries

An adventure to fill my memory with joy

When the lake froze, I learned to skate

But big brother was hit in the forehead

With a hockey puck gone astray

And a little voice cried that he might die

My first fear of death

I was five


Then the flood came

Neighbouring houses were swept away

Ours was spared, but the floor slanted sideways on the edge of a cliff

I was afraid to go to sleep

Until the house was moved to my next life adventure

I was six


School started and new friends filled my days

I learned French easily with the praise of my nun

The love of playing the piano brought music into my life

Then one day, while waiting outside for my lesson to start

I made a bad choice

Writing my name on the convent wall

Next day, I fell into disgrace

My first experience with shame

On my knees, crying for forgiveness

I was spared the strap, maybe because I was so young

Fear of authority entered my heart

I think I was seven


I started to gain weight

Kept to myself

My swing was my happy place

The little girl had changed

Learned some hard lessons

With many more to experience

And a second move coming

I was eight


V.J.’s theme: Childhood

About Olga

I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
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30 Responses to And so it was and more

  1. oneletterup says:

    This is so moving, Olga. The images of your early childhood stand out in their stark emotion. So well written and what a sweet photo. (I understand about the swing. It was my happy place too)

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  2. Elaine says:

    Sending love to your inner child ā¤ļø

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  3. rugby843 says:

    I loved this inside look at your childhood years. Comparatively, I was very lucky.

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  4. V.J. Knutson says:

    Love this journey through childhood – the innocence, the hard lessons, the change. Hope you enjoyed writing this as much as I enjoyed reading it. I have noticed in my granddaughters, now 7 and 8, that they are losing some of the carefreeness. Sad, but essential part of growing up I guess.

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  5. sgeoil says:

    I like how you approached the challenge by looking at major/influential moments in your early childhood. A lot for a young child to process. Sometimes as adults we gloss over the darker side of childhood, but it is both the good and the bad that shape us.

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  6. memadtwo says:

    The removal of innocence, layer by layer…(K)

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  7. Experiences of our childhood….so beautiful Olga šŸ™‚

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  8. Denis1950 says:

    An action packed young life Olga captured graphically in poetry.

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  10. Arati says:

    I imagine the young you wanting to be held and comforted. To trust this would be available, to know it for the future. The wounds of shame (I was raised catholic in Mexico) long for comfort, empathy and loving care.

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  11. Leya says:

    This is so touching and beautifully written, Olga. Many early experiences with the harshness of life… As long as you are good at writing them down and letting your inner child free – it is good. Hope there has been better times in you later life. I guess there must be, because you are able to reflect upon the early years this way. I was lucky. My first real encounter with “life” waited until I was 10.

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    • Olga says:

      Thank-you for reflecting on my early experiences. Yes, there were better times, but my journey was always interspersed with a pinch of pepper and a wanting of more sweet. Photography added a light to my journey. šŸ™‚


      • Leya says:

        Hopefully we will all find our own light in this world. The journey is different for all of us, but we all have to make it our own ā™„


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