Saturday, April 7, 2012

G is for...Gargantuan by Judy Beaston

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I think you'll like today's post. Judy Beaston gets creative with dear letter G and brings us this whimsical look at a glimpse of her childhood. Read on and share your own memories!

G is for...Gargantuan

Gargantuan – don’t you just love the way that word tumbles around your mouth and mind? The word contains so much more than big, or even giant. When I was a kid, much of life was “gargantuan” and beyond comprehension, but I tried to investigate all of it anyway.

According to Merriam-Webster, Gargantuan is an adjective frequently capitalized. Now that’s power. And just take a gander at the definition: colossal, gigantic – more single words. The power is compacted, like a seed within an acorn; restrained power held in a small space, ready to birth one humongous, flowing, space-filling, towering oak tree.

As a kid, the world begged interaction. Like the oak tree, I started small, in my mother’s womb, progressed to larger, but still confining, containers called strollers, buggies, high chairs. After that, once those legs and feet found the power of ground contact, there was little stopping my curious mind. Most enticing, of course, was everything “off-limits.” That meant I loved the alleys behind our apartment in Chicago, the fields, creeks and developments far beyond my home street once my family moved to the suburbs.

And what did I encounter? Were there any greasy, grimy, gopher guts? Perhaps - like the day when two cars crashed on the corner near that Chicago apartment. I was maybe three at the time. My cousins, brother, neighbor kids and I swarmed the corner, peeked into the car and there, splayed like so many internal organs, the contents of a Chinese dinner nobody but the worms would be eating that night.

Later, I did meet a few gophers, but the garden snakes were more fun. They were numerous and I had no fear picking them up. I was bitten a few times, but soon learned how to catch and hold them in order to tease the squeamish without harm to either snake or me.

The story doesn’t end here, of course, and continues on even as I type. Gas-powered vehicles took me to foreign lands and on journeys around my home country. I met guarding gargoyles, ate honest-to-goodness Greek food, danced with geckos in Hawaii and hid from grizzlies in Canada. The oak tree of my life continues growing skyward, a gargantuan expanse of existence still waiting to be explored.

Judy Beaston lives in northwest Oregon where the weather and people suit her muse. She composes flash fiction, short stories, novels and poetry about following dreams, the ins and outs of living the human experience and just wacky, sometimes funny, tall tales. In the spaces between the written notes, she enjoys playing her tenor saxophone and keyboard, as well as playing with her two grandkids. Her flash and short stories have won acclaim at WritersType and WOW-Women on Writing.


  1. Hi Hawk!!

    I wrote a poem after I read this post. :) (Maybe I'll send it to you!) Your precise, poetic use of language really shines in this piece. Very inspiring. As soon as I read the first paragraph, I said to myself, "Ah, the poet Hawk has come out to play."

    I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the last line: "The oak tree of my life continues growing skyward, a gargantuan expanse of existence still waiting to be explored."

    Your post reminded me of the power that exists in a single word (and a single life). Each morning I head over to oneword dot com and write using their word of the day. The experience is incredible. It produces an intimate understanding of the word, much like your use of "gargantuan" here.

    Thanks for the inspiration! ((hugs))

    1. Thanks for taking time to read my post, Von! Glad the post inspired poetry in you - I WOULD love to read it! I actually wrote a couple poems, too, but only posted them on my own blog page - because I didn't write them until the day before G was posted :)

      Going to check out -- thanks for the link :)

  2. A word my son would love "GARGANTUAN", when he was 5 he wrote a short novelette for fun and about a world called Gimantimarticus, LOL
    Thanks for sharing Judy!


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