Tag Archives: Poem a Day

August – Stanza 18

too many links on this tree fade, obscure
with nary a flicker of those who’ve gone before
the only living proof of their existence,
their progeny, who share their dna, who’ll likewise
live and die, no answer for the age-old question…”why?”

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.


I have a few old family photos of some people I’ve never met, and of my grandparents gone too soon, before I could learn their stories. They are treasures of my past. I suppose that I why I write…to leave something behind for my grandkids.

The people shown above are a part of me. And so life goes on.


Top Left: My Grandpa Lambert Myrman, my Grandma Florence, née O’Malley, my Aunt Dolly holding my cousin Kristy, her husband Dean in back and his parents on the right.

Top Middle: My great-greats the Johansson’s and my Great Grandma Hanna (the youngest)

Top Right: my Great Grandparents, Peter O’Malley and Annie, née Powers

Middle Left: My Grandpa William Cunningham and my Grandma Mary, née Sluka

Middle Right: Grandma Mary’s graduation picture. She’s in the middle row, far right.

Lower Left: Grandma Florence O’Malley Myrman

Lower Middle: Grandma Mary (r) with my mom (girl with black skirt), her brother, Richard and sister, Sylvia

Lower Right: Grandma Mary holding my Mom, Dorothy


August – Stanza 17

forgotten? I think not! with these great monikers…
Offa, Wermund, Ermingarde, Gruffydd, Tilka, Rhys,
Ingilrat, Theobald, Helga, Poppa, Cleph,
Dode, Thibault, Ludmilla, just to name a few
from epic times when just plain Jane won’t do

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.

I have been fascinated by the names of my ancestors. Some are so unique. I’ve featured only a handful here, but there are many…and of course plenty if Tom’s, Dick’s and Mary’s too! 😊


Autumn – Stanza 16

legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
from inconceivable to the absurd, tales
of the notorious evolve from voice to page
fantastical, believe it or nots, boring history
rewritten, o’er and again, ne’er to be forgot

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.


Many a tale has been spun regarding Sigurd. Most notable and corroborated by several traditions is the story of how he killed a dragon. Truly the stuff of legend, because, of course, one must believe that dragons actually existed to give it any weight. There are love triangles, a jilted lover Brünhild who called for his murder and then asks to be burned with him on his burial pyre. Honestly, I read about it all with a grain of salt. According to history, they did manage to have a daughter, Aslaug, who married Ragnor Lodbrok, another legendary figure…and down the line the links in the chain eventually led to my grandfather, my mother and me. But Dragons? You’ll be relieved to know I haven’t found a reference to unicorns in my tree…yet! 🤣


Autumn – Stanza 15

burst forth in salutations for these pious few of note
grace, humility, compassion stirred their hearts and
souls; some were royal born, some were royal wed,
a full life they all lived then to the nunnery they fled
sainted, miracles post-death, their legacies are legend

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Stanza Challenge.

In my ancestry searches, I’ve come across several saints in my family tree. These are the women saints that I have discovered so far. It was not uncommon for women of royalty to take an interest in charitable work and building abbeys throughout Europe. Once their children were grown and their husbands gone (for they often outlived them) these ladies would “get thee to a nunnery”…or as the records show, they would retire to the abbeys they had built. Sainthood was always bestowed upon them posthumously, as witnesses began to report miracles associated with them. Above are the pictures of my great-greats who left such a legacy.

St Helena (b249-d330) 57th Great
St Dode Clothilde (b490-d540) 48th Great
St Itta (b592-d693) 45th Great
St Marie (b605-d677) 45th Great
St Begga (b613-d692) 44th Great
St Irmina (b650-d706) 44th Great
St Elgiva (b922-d944) 36th Great
St Margaret Atheling (b1045-d1093) 35th Great


Autumn – Stanza 14

Cries of horror surely wailed at William’s
messy burial beneath Abbaye aux Hommes,
his tomb, ‘twas found to be too small to hold
his corpse’s expanding girth; hence ensued a
gruesome scene…they forced him in, until he burst!

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.


When I was in school I had little use for history with its dry facts and dates to be memorized, only to be forgotten once I’d barely passed the final exam. But as I have discovered a personal link with some of these characters I’ve had the opportunity to dig past the textbooks. Today’s story is about my 34th Great Grandfather William, the Conqueror, the Bastard King. He had a turbulent reign as king. Married Matilda of Flinders and  had at least 9 children, among them Henry, my 33rd great. But the story I found most interesting was his funeral. You don’t generally read this sort of thing in history books. Thanks to the internet and Wikipedia read on to learn the final chapter of William’s life:

“Disorder followed William’s death; everyone who had been at his deathbed left the body at Rouen and hurried off to attend to their own affairs. Eventually, the clergy of Rouen arranged to have the body sent to Caen, where William had desired to be buried in his foundation of the Abbaye-aux-Hommes. The funeral, attended by the bishops and abbots of Normandy as well as his son Henry, was disturbed by the assertion of a citizen of Caen who alleged that his family had been illegally despoiled of the land on which the church was built. After hurried consultations, the allegation was shown to be true, and the man was compensated. A further indignity occurred when the corpse was lowered into the tomb. The corpse was too large for the space, and when attendants forced the body into the tomb it burst, spreading a disgusting odour throughout the church.”