There’s a corner or two in my home that I would love to put my desk. It overlooks the small lane that runs through the neighborhood. It’s a vantage point where I can see who is coming over the small hill just before reaching our house. It’s a spot for thinking, creating and getting lost in dreams.
There was much sad news today. It’s raining lightly and 73 degrees, which is appreciated. It’s an emotional day, where death reigns beyond comprehension in another state. Where a little boy I haven’t seen in decades shared his love of Christ on Facebook. I remember his mother sharing the latest cute things her children said or did. I remember being at her home with her and her children. Our husbands were musicians in the same band and we were always going to the gigs which would go late into the night or early in the next morning. I feel the loss and the joy for that one young man that lost his parents at such a young age. His mother and I along with the other wives spent endless hours ‘on the road’ where our musician husbands would play. She loved her children and was full of joy for them. Her premature death was years ago. Her husband’s death preceded hers. Then their ‘baby’ showed up today in my feed professing his faith. I feel the loss and the joy for that one young man.
We had an talented author that grew up here pass away. Jimmie Moomaw was humorous in her writing. “Happy Birthday Etta Maye Crawford Meese. My Mama died 38 years ago, and I still miss her. In writing about her in SOUTHERN FRIED CHILD, I called her a “dream enabler” because she never judged or ridiculed my pie in the sky dreams, but stepped into them with me with love and support.”
“There was something about Mama that made people like her and want to be around her. Her eyes were a warm dark brown. Not the deep dark almost-black-dark-brown of Italian eyes or Spanish eyes. Just warm dark brown. She went to the beauty parlor once a week, put cold cream on her face every night, plucked her eyebrows to thin lines and then drew them back on with an eye-brown pencil and she always wore makeup and perfume and costume jewelry when she went out. She smiled lot and laughed a lot and called everybody darlin’. Especially me, and I loved the way she said it. I’ve gotten where I call everybody darlin’ too and with the same inflection Mama used, and sometimes I can’t help but smile when I say it, because I sound exactly like her. And I like the sound.” She is on YouTube here.
This corner needed some extra attention today so I brought some flowers to pair with my blue and white.
There is little natural light with the weather so please overlook my lamp light.
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