Showing posts with label death in the family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death in the family. Show all posts

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Tales to Tell: What Mary Saw







Mixed Media 5 x 7 inch Collage:  pencil, watercolor, ink, white out, photographic paper, Sharpie pen, matte coating and Mod Podge.

What did Mary see?  Mary B. Wade was an actual person who faithfully comforted injured Civil War soldiers.  Her "kind, winning and motherly ways made her always a great favorite with the soldiers" who always called her Mother Wade.  She was still going strong at the age of eighty.

I learned about Mary while reading a 145 year old book we have in our Civil War book collection.

She came to mind when I was thinking of how we all have tales to tell ... our life stories. 


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Monday, July 16, 2012

Blue Skies Turn Gray


Painting by http://stevengraber.com/



This morning while walking I got a blog idea entitled "Blue Skies".  The blue sky was so brilliant with wispy type cloud formations.  Some had hard edges with soft hazy centers.  I started snapping photos and was enjoying the morning.

Yesterday while walking, I passed my neighbor's daughter getting into her car parked out front of their house.  It was very early, about 6:45 am and she had another woman with her. I spoke to them with a cheery "good morning".  The daughter returned the "good morning" with a smile as she got into her car.

The neighbor's daughter had been visiting her family across the street for several weeks now.  I had not known any details of this visit.  I work at not being a nosy or meddlesome neighbor.  I also work at being very friendly, speaking and smiling as I throw up my hand at all I pass.

Yesterday Clint and I saw an ambulance and fire truck over at their home, the daughter's car was still parked out front.  I might add the daughter seemed very youthful in appearance and had pretty long blond hair.

The daughter died several hours later yesterday, in the early evening hours.  I can only imagine their grief.  I am all shook up about it.  Clint asked me, "what can we do?", when we learned the news this morning.  It is hard to imagine someone who seemed so full of life being gone a few hours later. 


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