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It is great to hear the good news about sunshine and crocus in my friends garden in New York state. However, this is the place to apologize to the ladies of whom are the
most gracious for my being overloaded and unable to attend meetings.
Daffodils are about spent here, but Tulips are coming up on brother's grave. I can see him smiling about that. I
knew he wouldn't want daisies because of Dad forever
saying, "That's just pushing up daisy time." When
warning us about some one or another dare devil
stunt.
WE drove out over the Indian cemetery yesterday and
things were beautifully well kept. All the strangling Johnson grass everyone hates was cleaned out. There
was a peaceful, even calmiing quality about the place if
one can say anything nice about death. The names of so many folks we knew
are there on the stones,
and I can see their countenance in my mind. As we drive by Hiawatha
Eagle’s marker I can see his shy smile when we were kids in school.
The more recent grave of Tony Arkeketah makes us unbelieving that he
is gone.
My white silk flowers of Gladiola and Lilies look as lovely as when they rested by brother
Ronnie’s casket, and are not even splashed with mud from the recently turned red earth.
Mary Williamson sleeps and rests beside the grandson she loved
so dearly. We broke our mourning for her the other day when the family
invited us to her memorial day, dinner. Her lovely children and doting
husband all looked handsome, well-dressed and able to take care of the
very nice gathering which was the tribute to Mary and her love for them.
News came that Benny Sanders was found asleep in death two nights ago.
Benny's father, Benny, and my mother were friends. I remember Benny as a
smiling, happy boy at Rosevelt grade school, so many years ago.
All equally struggle through the times when sickness, world chaos, economic lows, break-up of families, chronic illness, the times when men’s hearts
(and women’s) are seeming to fail them with fear as prophesied so many
years ago is the challenge upon the population.
I keep trying to admonish that this is the time to practice, hone and remember
skills for peaceful living and make an extra effort to put your self in the other person’s shoes for
understanding why someone is agitated and crumbling under pressure. After
I’ve preached to someone else, not to forget what I told them as far as
practicing what I preach, which is mostly the difficult part.
most gracious for my being overloaded and unable to attend meetings.
Daffodils are about spent here, but Tulips are coming up on brother's grave. I can see him smiling about that. I
knew he wouldn't want daisies because of Dad forever
saying, "That's just pushing up daisy time." When
warning us about some one or another dare devil
stunt.
WE drove out over the Indian cemetery yesterday and
things were beautifully well kept. All the strangling Johnson grass everyone hates was cleaned out. There
was a peaceful, even calmiing quality about the place if
one can say anything nice about death. The names of so many folks we knew
are there on the stones,
and I can see their countenance in my mind. As we drive by Hiawatha
Eagle’s marker I can see his shy smile when we were kids in school.
The more recent grave of Tony Arkeketah makes us unbelieving that he
is gone.
My white silk flowers of Gladiola and Lilies look as lovely as when they rested by brother
Ronnie’s casket, and are not even splashed with mud from the recently turned red earth.
Mary Williamson sleeps and rests beside the grandson she loved
so dearly. We broke our mourning for her the other day when the family
invited us to her memorial day, dinner. Her lovely children and doting
husband all looked handsome, well-dressed and able to take care of the
very nice gathering which was the tribute to Mary and her love for them.
News came that Benny Sanders was found asleep in death two nights ago.
Benny's father, Benny, and my mother were friends. I remember Benny as a
smiling, happy boy at Rosevelt grade school, so many years ago.
All equally struggle through the times when sickness, world chaos, economic lows, break-up of families, chronic illness, the times when men’s hearts
(and women’s) are seeming to fail them with fear as prophesied so many
years ago is the challenge upon the population.
I keep trying to admonish that this is the time to practice, hone and remember
skills for peaceful living and make an extra effort to put your self in the other person’s shoes for
understanding why someone is agitated and crumbling under pressure. After
I’ve preached to someone else, not to forget what I told them as far as
practicing what I preach, which is mostly the difficult part.