Trondhjem's Pie & Ice Cream UN-Social 2021

Fortunately, Trondhjem's Pie & Ice Cream Social is a go this year. The posters are up, a Social poem was created (see yesterday's post), and pie plotting has begun. Since the Social will happen, I decided to share the UN-Social poem I wrote last year.

Trondhjem’s Pie & Ice Cream UN-Social 2021

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Oh my, oh no, for the second year in a row

There’s no Social at Trondhjem; it’s a no-go.

We remain in a pandemic, so there’s no need to make haste,

Because there are no pies at all to taste.

 

So I’ll dream of the pies that might have been,

Like any sort of berry which we had back when.

I’m fond of those that have a chocolate focus,

Though a top-notch banana cream is not hocus pocus.

 

It’s another year away from Linda’s sloppy joes.

No chance to buy leftovers, so that really blows.

Without a Silent Auction and no baked goods to pick,

It’s just another day, oh fiddlesticks!

 

There was a quilt raffle with more than one quilt,

Giving some normalcy when one felt atilt.

I sure hope TLC will host a Social in ‘22,

For it’s an event that I always look forward to!

 

-LK

September 2021

Trondhjem's Pie & Ice Cream UN-Social 2020

I never posted this poem last year, which is why I'm sharing it during National Poetry Month. Before 2020, there was never a year where my home church did not host its annual Pie & Ice Cream Social. I've been creating an annual poem for over a decade, and it didn't feel right not creating a poem simply because the pandemic prevented Trondhjem from having its annual Social. With no Social going on, I created an UN-Social poem instead. Enjoy!

Trondhjem’s Pie & Ice Cream UN-Social 2020

 

Where normally our Social would’ve been a go,

In this year of COVID, we’re automatically no-shows.

Like so many the world over, our plans ground to a halt.

Each cancelled event was like rubbing wounds with more salt.

 

No Social meant zero mouthwatering baked goods to buy.

No lefse, kolaches or doughnuts, so release a sad sigh.

No Social meant no Silent Auction upstairs.

No bidding war to jump into as you gave gleeful glares.

 

No Social meant a year off from raffling a quilt.

We felt the loss of not seeing what our neighbors baked, made and built.

No Social meant a year of Linda’s sloppy joes gone by

And an empty counter showcasing nary a pie.

 

I truly hope that next year will be so much better

And that, right now, we’re doing our part, following things to the letter.

The social distancing, the masks; we’re tired of it all.

Stay healthy. Stay safe, and I hope our Social’s back next fall!

 

--LK

11/2020