Saturday, October 05, 2019

Thoughts and meditations.....

'"He who has gone,
so we but cherish his memory,
abides with us, more potent, nay more present
than the living man.'"

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."

Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

I have been thinking a lot lately, - about life,
about the glorious living of it,
about life after,
and about how long this life is perpetuated by those of us 
who remember, and those of us
who care enough to preserve....'

A small excerpt from a long ago post inspired 
by what would have been my father's 110th birthday,
and the thoughts of preserving and passing on
the memories I have of him, --
and of all those dear ones who have 
gone on ahead of us....

And yet again I have been inspired to write of these
cherished ones by passing on some of my memories
of my father in conversation
with my youngest son who is visiting
from the Chilcotin.

As I grow more ancient I am sometimes anxiously aware
of this need to "pass along"
and I make a conscious effort to
tell stories, bring memories alive,
and label the great treasure of snapshots
we have accumulated over the years.

(Sometimes I wonder if I am a terrible bore - more of Grandma's
stories.  I'm sure I have heard that one before about lassoing
the gophers on the prairies....
sigh.....but I  persist and know that
someday they will be appreciated!!  I do
try to remember just who I have told this
story to before -- it helps when I see their
eyes glaze over!!!!!!)

I suppose that as long as I live here with
the cat and the dog for company
I will continue to talk to them
and sometimes to the dear one I
shared wedded bliss with....

He doesn't answer, but I know what
he would be thinking after
such a long and wonderful association.

Another October
and so far the sun has been shining
and the leaves have been donning
their autumn finery

I am looking forward to a drive in the hills!

Life is good...

Friday, October 04, 2019

Dorothy Emily Grace

Sixty-two years since my mother died

Time passes
Memories fade
but Love is sustained forever

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Still Raining!

September 29th, 2019

Yes, still raining....

I should not complain - lawns love it, flowers love it, wonderful way to go into the winter.....

but September has certainly not been as my memories cherish it!!!

The leaves on the trees are so nourished with rain

they are stillgreen and flourishing

Just one lone tree in front of the City Hall is slowly turning golden,

and that may be because it is absorbing all the tax money

that citizens are turning in!!

However, - the weatherman forecasts sunshine for the coming week

so perhaps October will be dry, and sunny, and satisfy us with autumn colours!!

A visit from our youngest son, today

and while here he so kindlyand graciously

tucked himself under the Glimakra and for a number of hours

moved pegs from one treadle to another, - I think all eighty of them

so when I dress the loom in my brand new warp

I will have a brand new pattern to follow.

When I first met my husband, we talked about marriage, and family,

and decided we would have six children - 

(three and three with a little hiatus in between)

it was all a lovely dream..

He went overseas during the war, and did his thing with 

the wonderful Lancaster, - came home safely; 

we got married, and all our dreams started to come true!!

Even the six children - and we never regretted it!!!

(well, maybe there were a few moments of worry and frustration

over the years......part  of being a parent)

As I grow more ancient, 

I also grow more and more appreciative of the company of those

six wonderful children and their families.....

the things they do for me, 

and the care they give me.

And I bless them all......

Today I am most particularly grateful for the time spent under the loom

and even the raindrops that keep falling.

falling, falling........

and the snow that is half way down the mountain

so early in the year!

October is bound to be bright and colourful

as we enjoy an "Indian Summer"