GinNie Tanner Smith
Biography of GinNie Tanner Smith
Born to simple folk from North Vernon, Indiana, who divorced after my near death at age four, gave many challenges my emotional and social status in the forties to date. For six years I lived with a good Catholic couple, slept on a cot in their dining room and endured not seeing my two sisters or brother during that time.
My mother's life style was known by all and indeed those good townsfolk deemed that I would be of the same troubled and undesirable type of woman. However, the woman I called Aunt Bert, placed in my heart that I may not be better than anyone else, I was certainly as good. She mentored me through grade school and the taunts of my classmates and others in the community.
I moved to my Uncle's home where our family had founded Boone County, at Florence, Kentucky. There the world opened up to acceptance and such positive opportunities; it was if the Ohio river divided two greatly different worlds.
My innate talents of the arts were developed by various teachers and family members along the way and gave me a sense of empowerment to sustain me.
The faith of my pioneer ancestry and personal experiences have been powerful to form a simple woman who simply shares the scars, the healing, the verses and ponderings that fill my heart and soul nearly every moment of every day.
GinNie Tanner Smith's Works:
The Heart and Soul of a Woman
We Are All Poets
GinNie Tanner Smith Poems
Winter Reflections of 1966
Winter Reflections of 1966 Gin-Nie Tanner Smith November 1,2010 copy right 2010©
Magnolia Moon for Miss Kate
Magnolia Moon for Miss Kate Gin-Nie Tanner Smith February 28,2013, copy right 2013 ©
Saints Are Human
Saints are Human Gin-Nie Tanner Smith copy right 2012
The Point Is
The Point Is Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, August 6,2009, Copy Right 2009 I love simple wooden pencils.
Hearken to the Whispers of the Ages
Hearken to the Whispers of the Ages Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, January 19th,2009 Copyright 2009 ©
The sun is still dozing in repose at the edge of the dusky morn, A single bright and gleaming star shines before the fair dawn,
The Corn Did Talk
I know of a land where the corn fields can truly talk, And the wind can walk, among countless rows in thought, Each stalk adorned with proud tasseled tops to flaunt, Gracefully bending to lend an ear, whispers that we cannot hear,
Among The Stars
There; among the beauty of the stars lay a vision of heaven, as per our limited perception and definition, for we tend to see only within the span of our reach; The heavens are mysterious, vast and awe inspiring,
Youthful Stranger Gin-Nie Tanner Smith on Sunday, June 5,2011 at 4: 00pm ·
Mine Gin-Nie Tanner Smith August 15th,2006
Gems In My Hand
Gems in My Hand Gin-Nie Tanner Smith February 10,2012 ©Copy right 2012
Harvest Home Gathering
Harvest Home Gathering Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, November 23,2011, Copy Right 2011 © Gathering at the fireside of The Lodge in a bittersweet blend,
Silent Steps Gin-Nie Tanner Smith January 15,2013, Copy Right 2013 ©
Would Heaven Not Be Fairer
Would Heaven be Fairer? Gin-Nie Tanner Smith August 8,2010, © Copy Right 2010
The Point Is
The Point Is
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, August 6,2009, Copy Right 2009
I love simple wooden pencils.
The organic feel of it in my fingers,
The tenuous gliding across crisp paper,
The rhythmic, soft scratch as words are formed,
The grain of the wood from which the graphite resides,
The sharp point kept on my instrument of communication,