TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A GLASS

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A GLASS

     Perhaps everyone remembers their first writing that was published. In perusing my files, I came across mine—which I’d forgotten! I was a student at Erie County Technical Institute in Williamsville, New York, majoring in medical laboratory technology.

     Although I was good at English I didn’t see myself in a writing career—which officially began in 1990, after I’d married and raised my family. The piece below was written for a class, and the professor asked me  if it could be published in the school newspaper, the Institooter. It was printed on April 26, 1963.   Carolyn

True Confessions of a Glass

     “Everyone said we were too young, wait until your 21…but our lips met at 18.”

I am a glass—not just any kind of glass, but a special type. And if I had any choice, I would have picked myself a different career. Let me tell you about myself.

     I was born in the same manner as any glass, packed for delivery and taken to my destination. Alas, since I am a glass, I had no choice.

     After a bouncy, bumpy ride in the back of a dark truck, I arrived at my new home to serve the people to the best of my ability. For two days my glassmates and I were allowed to rest and ponder our futures.

     Then we were unpacked and set on a

THE PENOBSCOT NARROWS BRIDGE AND OBSERVATORY

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
THE PENOBSCOT NARROWS BRIDGE AND OBSERVATORY

    The Penobscot River, Penobscot Bay, and Cadillac Mountain were aglow, beautified by the brilliant October sunshine. Viewed from five hundred and fifty-five feet above water level, the views were, well, spectacular.
     My husband Monte and I were traveling from Kittery, Maine to Ellsworth, Maine, on Route 1. To cross the Penobscot River, we would travel across the Penobscot Narrows Bridge, about one hundred and thirty-five feet above water level.
     Just before crossing the bridge we stopped at a scenic pull-off to admire the new bridge that had been under construction the last time we had been to New England, in 2006. What a wonder!
     The new bridge replaced the Waldo-Hancock Bridge, which