At the time this family portrait was done, my sister Ruth had already been dead for at least 10 years. So it is not a full family portrait...yet from left to right: Mom, me, my brother Kenny, and Dad.
This Memorial Day in 2017, I am the only one left alive that was in this portrait. It seems hard to believe that I am "the last one left standing" in this small family...but I am. As I gaze at the portrait the warm and wonderful memories flow through me. Memories of my brother who I worshipped as a kid. Memories of Mom and Dad who gave me love, my will to survive, my discipline, my honesty...and my love of all creatures great and small. For these things I am forever grateful. Dang, but my father was one handsome dude and my mother was one beautiful woman...and my brother's smile speaks for itself.
This Memorial Day was spent at home. Yes, the wee little cottage in the woods is now home. I am thankful for this beautiful place in which to live...each spring day brings new beauty in the yard as plants and flowers wake from the sleep of winter.
I spent the day online catching up with friends and family. I spent the day talking on the phone to friends and family. Also I spent the afternoon watching one of my favorite movies..."Indochine". The movie is a great story of the time of Indo-China emerging from French colonial rule and the creation of North Viet Nam and South Viet Nam. If you want to watch this movie, please make sure you have a box of Kleenex next to you. Just saying... LOL
This day too I am remembering cousins who died during the second world war and/or fought in the second world war (and came home) so fascism would not come to America. With the political intrigue today...the intrigue of the far right wing suppressing dissension, the fake president...I fear for this once great country that has lost its way...and I know those that died defending what we once were, must be turning in their graves.
God...dear God please save us all....
E'nuff!
This Memorial Day in 2017, I am the only one left alive that was in this portrait. It seems hard to believe that I am "the last one left standing" in this small family...but I am. As I gaze at the portrait the warm and wonderful memories flow through me. Memories of my brother who I worshipped as a kid. Memories of Mom and Dad who gave me love, my will to survive, my discipline, my honesty...and my love of all creatures great and small. For these things I am forever grateful. Dang, but my father was one handsome dude and my mother was one beautiful woman...and my brother's smile speaks for itself.
This Memorial Day was spent at home. Yes, the wee little cottage in the woods is now home. I am thankful for this beautiful place in which to live...each spring day brings new beauty in the yard as plants and flowers wake from the sleep of winter.
I spent the day online catching up with friends and family. I spent the day talking on the phone to friends and family. Also I spent the afternoon watching one of my favorite movies..."Indochine". The movie is a great story of the time of Indo-China emerging from French colonial rule and the creation of North Viet Nam and South Viet Nam. If you want to watch this movie, please make sure you have a box of Kleenex next to you. Just saying... LOL
This day too I am remembering cousins who died during the second world war and/or fought in the second world war (and came home) so fascism would not come to America. With the political intrigue today...the intrigue of the far right wing suppressing dissension, the fake president...I fear for this once great country that has lost its way...and I know those that died defending what we once were, must be turning in their graves.
God...dear God please save us all....
E'nuff!
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