Trying to get back into writing by taking a creative non-fiction class. So far, not feeling incredibly creative, but I think the exercises are good for me. I think . . .
Today, I was doing some research for a piece where I'll intertwine the sound of my grandmother saying grace with Vin Scully announcing a game. Researching a baseball transcript was simple compared to trying to reconstruct what Fern used to say. I can remember snippets but not the whole thing, and since I felt like I needed a little more, I spent most of the afternoon using key phrases to google prayers. Found some useful stuff, but this of course is my favorite:
There once was a cock and a hen,
Who gave lunch to a goose in a pen.
"Good Lord" said the goose,
"Bless this food for our use
And us to thy service. Amen."
Fern never said that, but she did have a lot of chicken figurines and crockery (which I inherited), so it's somehow fitting. And probably how I ended up with a lot of live chickens.