The Market Cross


Oh My! Read to the end.

Originally posted on Locksands Life:

My local town is, and has been for close on 45 years, Devizes in Wiltshire. When I drove into the Market Place the other day I was shocked by a structure I didn’t, at first, recognise. But then I was driving and concentrating on other traffic and pedestrians using the crossing.

I was able to park the car and get a photograph.


It proved to be the Market Cross under wraps. Presumably it is getting a bit of a spruce up.

Having lived in the area for 35 years I take these things for granted but I have found a photo I took of some classic cars around the Market Cross on a very wet day in May 2004.


You might notice there’s a metal plaque on the cross. That tells the tale of Ruth Pierce.

This extract is from A History Military and Municipal of the Ancient Borough of…

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Look Up

Looking up right from the ground

Just EyeBalls on the Dirt

Long Eyelashes blinking away the strife

Strife from Every Single Bit of Life

Life Worries that Keep us from Smiling

That is alright the family Worries will Never

Ever Fade away But We will Look around 

Just our eyes and then appears a mouth and a smile

We say a Prayer and all of this wicked earths evil

Just rolls in to the dirt

Suddenly we are free

Free to finally be you and me


Take my hand

Hold it tight

Guide me through my dream tonight……

I close my eyes,but yet I see

My true love walking ahead of me.

I cry out your name.

Each dream the same.

The rooms are empty, the halls are bare.

Your shadow does not linger there.

Make me stand

I will not fight, but I won’t find you in my dream tonight…..

The storm has arrived

I know it well

Will you appear?

Only time will tell.

Valentine Fun

I have the sniffles, I have a cold, but I promised my daughter and her two children we would venture out for a couple of hours to shop at Walmart. As I drove back from work, the wind was blowing and snow was twirling. I was thinking of the lack of sleep I got the night before and I realized that more than anything I wanted to have some fun.

So we had Valentine fun! We picked out pretty red polish and looked at pink and red flowers. We let the babies choose heart shaped balloons, and pink frosted, sprinkled cookies. We put coloring books, crayons,and stickers in the cart. Red juice and freshly ground coffee went in too.

As we drove home, I thought some vapo-rub and something warm to eat would be a nice ending. But having them ask me to color with them and getting hugs and big kisses gave my heart a warmer feeling all filled with love. That was the best ending.

The Worst Cook

Aunt Grace was actually my great aunt on my mom’s side. Her mom and her mom before her were amazing cooks I’ve been told. What happened to Aunt Grace in that area is a mystery.

She could put together a mean mouth -watering sandwich from “this and that” she gathered from yards and fields in the neighborhood that surrounded part of an area by the Indy 500. Of course, with all the chemicals nowadays, she wouldn’t want to eat anything she found. And I am not even sure she would be able to find anything alive to put between two pieces of white bread.

She Loved to eat. Right up to the day she died, she would fill her plate to overflowing and talk and laugh and eat and eat. She was fun. Just a fun person to be around.

She kept a very spotless home, but she had so much packed in to each room. Her sisters were kleptomaniacs and maybe once they had died, she had gone to their homes and retrieved her missing knickknacks and pictures and added them to new one’s she had to buy again. They would steal from stores. Silly things they did not even need. And they would steal a picture right off your wall and have the nerve to go and hang it right on their wall. Right in plain sight!

She was extremely blunt. Very much so. But for some reason, you still liked her. I really wish I would have had more time with her. Not eating her food, but just being around her.

She could not have children, so her and her husband adopted a child that was deaf. His parents did not want him because of his disability. She took him to her home and he was hers forever after that. He ended up living in a home right next to hers with his wife in Indianapolis. He took great care of her to the very end.

But back to her cooking. She was by far the worst cook probably ever. When we stopped to check on her and see if she needed anything, unfortunately, she insisted she make you something. Every thing got a big huge spoonful of bacon grease. When you entered the kitchen, your stomach would not come in with you. After you suffered through each bite, she grabbed your plate, wiped it with a towel, and shoved it in the cabinet. In case that did not make sense. She did not wash her dishes, she assumed you were clean, and she just wiped it all down with a towel and returned it to its place with the other “clean dishes”!

I daydream…

I daydream…….of living to be quite old, sitting in my chair,looking out at all my wealth. Wealth that fills the heart, not the pocket. Family that grew from two young people in love. Children. Grandchildren. Laughter, smiles, and hugs. Some fears, angry words, and tears. First days of school, friends, weekends and hot summer days at the beach.

I daydream……..of traveling the world, meeting amazing new people. Eating different food, learning their traditions, forming lasting bonds.

I daydream……..I am a Superhero. Able to solve life’s many problems with just a wink. Stretching, bending, hugging, smiling. Never tiring.

I daydream……..!