Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
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Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
My sympathies to you at this time. It sounds as though you have some wonderful memories to help soothe your soul.
On Thu 18 Aug 2005 01:33:45p, The Joneses wrote in rec.food.cooking:
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Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick.
Dear Edrena,
I'm so sorry for the loss of your mother. Having lost my mother some years back, I understand the loss and the void. You had a wonderful relationship, and it seems she had a wonderful life. You described a mother who had many gifts to give you, and I know you will cherish them forever.
Warm regards...
-- Wayne Boatwright *¿* ____________________________________________
Give me a smart idiot over a stupid genius any day. Sam Goldwyn, 1882-1974
"The Joneses" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
So sorry to hear of your mother's death Edrena. I know what you are feeling. My mom passed away Dec 23, 2002. She was 89 and very ill. It was a blessing for her to go.
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. Edrena
You have my deepest sympathy, Edrena. Now I know why you'be been absent from class. God rest her weary soul. -- -Barb, <http://www.jamlady.eboard.com> 8/18/05, State Fair Foundation event -- a fun evening!
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always thought of herself as a writer. I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in it. And now she's published. Edrena
For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
Now her toast will always be as crisp as she wants. The dining room there is stellar.
Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.
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For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
Dear Edrena (I love that name....) So sorry to learn of your dear mama's passsing. Please accept my sincerest sympathies to you and those dear to you. I lost my dear mama last month. Today is my birthday (and twin and DH) but it just doesn't feel the same with out her sweet phonecall and carefully selected art birthday cards. A beautiful ode. Love Bronwyn
Gentle friends: Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. For Mary, July 1998 Tragedy is endured both the tremendous or the trivial. Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety, but when God seems far away or cruel, The trivial can be a tool. When sanity's at risk, May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp. ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
You have my deepest sympathy. She sounds like she was a wonderful lady.
