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A Cozy Nook.

Do you have a special comfy chair you use when you want to read or muse? A window seat can be a cozy spot for reading, and so can a garden gazebo be nice.

My childhood home had a window seat that ran the width of three regular-size windows. It was where my brother and I spent our winter evenings and week-end afternoons. It was in our family room and during the winter months when the trees were bare, it was the sunniest spot in the house.

Our window seat was made of strips of oak and it had a high varnish. Underneath was where we kept our World Book Encyclopedias and jig-saw puzzles. It was where I kept my paper dolls and wallpaper sample books.

During the winter months, I would sit at the window seat nd watch the snow flakes swirl, and in the spring I would sit and watch the birds.

Did you have a favorite nook, or a niche to use when you were a child? Did you have a special quiet place where you could be off to yourself?

Submit your memories, musings, a poem or a story. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.


A Cozy Nook

By Bob (

This picture was interesting to me because it was just last September that I flew from Albuquerque, NM to Pasadena, CA to attend a party for an old friend, Wendel, on the occasion of his birthday. The hotel in downtown Pasadena had windows and the shade system almost identical to this picture, except for the color.

My friend and his wife stayed at the hotel for the special occasion, and his two daughters each brought their families, one from Santa Barbara, CA and one from Albuquerque to stay and celebrate.

When we visited each other in the rooms, the nooks held several people and were, if not "cozy", certainly friendly and comfortable, and did much to contribute to the sociability of the occasion.

I had not seen my friend for several years, and when I received the invitation to attend his special birthday party, I decided to go, because we had been friends practically since childhood. My brother was just two years older than Wendel, and I was two years younger, and we lived just a block apart in the small town of Las Vegas, New Mexico, and had gone to school, and even to some of our college, together.

My brother and his wife also made the trip to Pasadena, in their case coming to Pasadens from Livermore, CA. Wendel was quite surprised and pleased to see us, and the occasion was a happy one for all concerned.

At the birthday dinner, many of Wendel's friends and colleagues were in attendance, and most gave vignettes of their experiences with him. It became clear that Wendel had indeed influenced the lives of so many people for the good, and all had made the special effort to meet at this occasion, to honor him. There is no question that he was deserving of the honors and acclaim he received that night.

My brother and I both were happy that we had attended and had been able to contribute to the occasion, and to let him know how we felt about him and how much we appreciated him; and indeed, how much he had influenced our lives as well as the lives of so many others.

It is amazing what memories flow, and from what inspirations!


A Cozy Nook

By Amy (

a padded seat
now this is neat
i open my book
and sit in this nook

i read and write some words today
i express myself, i try to say
what's in my heart, in my soul
sometimes the words make me a fool

as i sit here and ponder
as i sit here and wonder
what words to put on a line
i look up and see the sunshine ..

through the slats of the blinds
boy oh boy, the rays feel divine
on my back, on my face
i think i'll just stay in this place


The Nook

By Sharon (

Deflected sunrays and a cozy nook
Offer a place to read a good book
Cuddle there under a knitted blanket
Settle in comfort as you can get

Soft music playing on the phonograph
Windows shut against a winter draft
Turn off the ringer of the telephone
No interruptions in quiet zone


A Warm and Fuzzy Place

By Swampetta (

If there is a spot with sun light coming through a window, we will find a cat in it. The kitchen and back porch are popular in the morning and as the sun rises, there is a general shift to the upper floors.

As the day lengthens the cats will pick out favorite spaces. If another one of them has found it first they may grudgingly weasel into the space. But, He Who Hesitates,,,Is Lost!

Cat A may try to change position but while they are doing that, Cat B is rapidly expanding into the territory that Cat A exposed when it tried to shift.

A perfect spot for a cat would be a window seat. Especially when it is one that the sun comes through. Not only can they absorb the heat, they can lift their heads and look outside to see how many squirrels are poaching in the yard. They can chart the flight of that crow that hangs outside in the tree and laughs at them.

If word gets out about window seats...? My cats will be hiring a contractor to install them under every window in this barn, probably on the computer using my credit card....!


A Cozy Nook

By Mikey (

Looking back at my childhood I remember reading in the corner of the kitchen, my back to the room, huddled over the heating vent during the long winter months. Devouring the contents of Heidi, Black Beauty, The Bobbsey Twins, and every one of my Dad's collection of Zane Grey westerns. My parents, brothers, and sisters were all avid readers. There were several collections of books and though we were poor we still somehow managed to obtain books to read. My mother's set of Kathleen Norris books were read at least twice as were the books by Harold Bell Wright.

My favorite book other than the Bible was Shepherd of the Hills by Harold Bell Wright. Our vacations were taken each year in the Ozarks where this book was written. We would go to the area for a picnic, visit Uncle Ike's Postoffice, Matt's cabin. All of this was located right outside of Branson, MO and my last trip down there in 1996 was disappointing as I could not find any of the area where we spent so many peaceful hours. Now it is all commercial, 4 lane highway, neon lights, motels and hotels.

Now in order to find this kind of peace and serenity is to go back in one's mind, and relive it again in the corner of that kitchen, huddled over the heating vent.


A Cozy Nook

By Joy (

A cozy spot to call my own
Away from all the noise
A place to sleep to dream to rest
To ponder all life's joys

No computer, tv or radio
To intrude upon my muse
A place to cozy up and think
To waste time as I choose

A hour or two every day
When I can be alone
To dream to read to just veg out
No answering the phone

A time when I can just be me
And get my head on straight
Not nurse, nor mom, or grandma
For that you'll have to wait


A Cozy Nook

By Jeanie (






Window Nook

By Brier (

Here in the window nook I will sit and read
perhaps I'll take a nap
This is a good book but i am so weary.

I'll get to the reading after I rest here in the sunshine.
That pillow will fit my head just right
Just a little rest, me who never could sleep in day time

ok, I know if I fall asleep dinner will be late.
No worries, no one here but me
I can miss a meal or two.

Not a soul stopped by today

The sleep slips over me covers me like a fog
The quilt made by aunt Ila, with loving stitches
Here I will be well and safe as the sandman comes.


The Old Arbor

By susi (

a grape-leaf covered arbor
was my secret reading harbor
sun shining thru the leaves of green and brown
and juicy bunches of grapes hung down

a stack of books, sandwich and koolaid
and the blessed coolness of the shade
just me alone to spend the time
traveling thru books to another clime

poems, stories, picture books, it didn't matter
Alice in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter
Long Ago People, Leaves of Grass
Sonnets from the Portuguese I could not pass

Sometimes I'd sleep in the afternoon heat
in the cool of the grass after i'd eat
Old Trixie Dog would nuzzle me awake
at suppertime so I wouldn't be late

the old grape arbor was my secret nook
where I could hide and read a book
sometimes Mom would come and sit with me
and we would talk about things to be

the arbor is gone, no more secret place
of my own hidey-hole there isn't a trace
now I sit on the porch another shady nook
whenever I want to lose myself in a book.


Thinking Place

By Norma (

No matter if the day was gray,
Or sunshine shone through the old slats,
My little nook was just for me,
My wistful place, my soft nap mat.

I went there to dream,
To read or to sleep,
Try to make sense of things,
Why I got in too deep.

Many long hours I spent,
Reading, embroidering, being content,
Learned that no matter where I go,
To make a place to retreat alone.



By Evelyn (

There is A Cozy Nook from my youth that I can still visit at will. Whenever pressure, generally of my own making, builds I remember my Great grandpa’s gentleness as he wrapped his arm around me as we swung to and fro in the front porch swing in spring and summer mornings. That porch swing was my first Cozy Nook and secure in Great grandpa’s love I felt safe.

Great grandpa lived with us and he was a very early riser. He would have his coffee, sit in the swing each morning from early spring to late fall, just “meditating and taking it all in.” I was his little “Evelinsha.” He was a gentle soul who spoke not a word of English, but love knows no language barrier. On the mornings that I slipped out to join him he would point to the birds building their nests in the mulberry tree in the yard. Soon he’d get up, go inside and get a blanket and pillow and cover me up while he went to the garden to hoe. His vegetable garden to him was like a religion. There was a rhythm to every swipe of his hoe. I loved the sound of the metal scraping in the soil and with it I’d always go into “dreamland.”

Before long I’d awaken to the activity inside the house. Milking had been done and breakfast was on the table. Mama would come outside to find me. “That Grandpa, he put you to sleep out here again!” To my knowledge no one ever scolded him. Nor was I scolded for joining him.

One day, when I was five years old, I was sitting quietly in the porch swing. Just inside, on the other side of the wall, the priest was giving Great grandpa the last rites. Great grandpa was 96. When he was gone, at the tender age of five, I felt forlorn. However, in the years to follow that swing became a symbol of comfort and safety to me as I curled up there to watch the seasons change. When the weather became chilly I’d snuggle with a blanket and a pillow and remember Great grandpa and dream the dreams that I live to this day.

In the words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, in his poem, “My Lost Youth,” . . . the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” Here is his poem, in part, excerpted and modified. I became the “girl’s” in place of his “boy’s!”

And a verse of a Porch Swing [Lapland} song
Is haunting my memory still:
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A girl’s [boy's] will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old house [town];
But the native air is pure and sweet
And the trees . . .
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A girl’s [boy's] will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

And Grandpa’s Garden [Deering's Woods are] is fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A girl’s [boy's] will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

To Great grandpa, I say thank you for giving me my first Cozy Nook. In remembering you, I realize that my youth is not lost, but found! And yes, the thoughts of my youth remain and are wonderful because you, Great grandpa, were a part of it, however briefly!

Personal space is important to me. Through the years I have created a variety of Cozy Nooks for myself. A nook in Winter ideally would have warmth while appreciating the beauty of the winter season. A nook in the Summer could find me beside a beside a cool stream. A nook in Autumn was always idealized by the brilliance of the harvest. A nook in the Spring had to have the fragrance of hyacinth and honeysuckle. But more likely than not, as the years have flown, the “Cozy Nooks” of my choice have been associated with a porch swing, a porch rocker, or a porch bench overlooking a yard and a vegetable or a flower garden!

Using skills passed down to me by my parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, I have always made a flower garden. My deck garden overlooking a wooded ravine gives me great joy. Swaying in my glider with a steaming cup of coffee and watching the birds at the feeder in the wee hours of summer mornings often sets the pace for my day. The front porch is a favorite place around Midsummer Day when flowers in the yard are coming into their full glory. Many of my poems spring from the inspiration that comes to me in my “Cozy Nooks” wherever they might happen to be!

The reason for personal space, or A Cozy Nook, can be found in the words of my favorite Nineteenth Century philosopher and author, James Allen, in his Above Life's Turmoil. He wrote:

“The turmoil of the world we cannot avoid, but the disturbances of mind we can overcome. The duties and difficulties of life claim our attention, but we can rise above all anxiety concerning them. Surrounded by noise, we can yet have a quiet mind; involved in responsibilities, the heart can be at rest; in the midst of strife, we can know the abiding peace.”

Yes, surrounded by noise, we CAN yet have a quiet mind. So find yourself A Cozy Nook!



By Mary (

Fondest spot?
I cannot choose
so many nooks there be . . .
According to the
mood I feel
these 'nooks' are where I'll be ~

Picture a comfy easy chair
to my skin feels
like a cloud . . .
Snuggled 'neath my
warming throw
away from rush and crowd ~

With pen in hand,
an empty pad soon
filled with lovely dreams . . .
Ahhhhhh, such a special
quiet nook is as
wondrous as it seems ~

Pensive? yes, perhaps
if that's the
mood, today, I'm in . . .
Tomorrow may be
whimsical ~ soaring above
this world's cacophonous din ~

Pretend a verdant meadow
with brooklet traveling
through . . .
sweet music of a waterfall
garden bathed
in sun~kiss'd dew ~

Glimpse me there
beneath that weeping willow,
shedding tears . . .
A precious "nook"
where God and I
have met for many years ~

Yes, "nooks" ~ such perfect places
made for dreamers
such as we . . .
Sunlit ~ bathed ~ inviting
God~touched gifts
they're Heavenly!:-)

Mary Carter Mizrany©
November 24, 2006





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