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Random Ramblings by T. Owen Stark Mr. Turkey
Early one Thanksgiving day I got really creative. I went to the refrigerator for a bite and when I opened it up, there looking back at me was a thawed turkey sittin' right there on the top shelf. It only took a second for me to realize that this was a great opportunity. Ten minutes later, Mr. Turkey was wearing my Dad's reading glasses and checking the baseball scores in the sports section of that morning's Washington Post. And, of course, he had a cigarette placed on his imaginary ear. He looked a bit like Walter Matthau now that I think about it. I then made myself a sandwich and waited for Mom to finish watching 'The Price is Right'. Thank you Bob Barker for allowing me that 10 minutes to create my masterpiece. Mom eventually walked into the kitchen and I casually said something about the light bulb being blown in the refrigerator. Her reaction was more than I could have hoped for. Let's just say that my ears are still ringing from the scream that Mr. Turkey evoked that Thanksgiving morning. His picture, framed and dusty now, remains
somewhere in the family archives and every Thanksgiving before
partaking in our meal we drink a toast to Mr. Turkey; (who looks
a bit like Walter Matthau). Tom Owens was born in Washington DC. After living in Maryland for many years, he became a single parent and now resides in Virginia with his children who are the first 3 loves of his life. The other three are music, movies and The Washington Redskins. Tom also dabbles in poetry. You can read more of his poetry at http://starkimages.blogspot.com/ |
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I was a kid, I loved to set up little scenes and take pictures
of them. Once, I set several beer bottles, an empty pizza box
and a deck of cards inside the crib in which my 3 month-old niece
was sleeping. On another occasion, I dressed my Mom in sunglasses,
a motorcycle jacket, and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth
and I had her lean against the kitchen counter-top and strike
a menacing pose. This was quite a feat for 110 pound gray-haired
lady who wouldn't harm a fly, but I was scared. I also got various
shots of Mom and Dad taking naps on the couch, (not together
- shame on you) often with their false teeth askew. Of-course
I would always place the angled cigarette in the mouth along
with the crooked baseball cap.
