Sunday, April 17, 2011

sibling sunday


How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

George Washington Carver
Things I love Today
           
                        Everything
             
Tid bits from the homefront:
            I spent much of today texting with my sister who I have missed [and not known] for all of my life … til now … what a lovely day connecting with Cathee. Grateful. Grateful.
            Our wayward new momma cat returned last night for dinner, and this morning for breakfast. I was getting concerned – again. She didn’t come yesterday for breakfast. We still have no idea [if] where the babies could be. Probably out in the woods somewhere. With all the storms [and flooding] we have been having, it worries me. She seems healthy and happy …          
Dreamy Wedding Update:
Only 3 weeks … yikes … we are so close to ready though … spent much time this weekend putting final touches on bouquets, decorations, favors, catering plans, lovely signs and such … My house no longer looks at all like a home space … it is definitely a dreamy wedding boutique. Love it.
Garden Fun:
Getting the winter debris out of the beds … almost ready to plant the veggies in the ground … along with the lovely garden art signs. By tomorrow’s end, we should be ready to go and grow. I’ve been thrilled with the interest [and sales] of the garden art signs … if you haven’t checked them out yet, please do – they are pretty cool. 
 
http://www.etsy.com/listing/70642394/garden-signs
compost

 Taylor reminded me last night that I have been remise about sharing excerpts from Touched by Many lately. Here is a special one …
1965
We usually sat on Lois’ bed,
talking for hours about nothing.

Sometimes we sat down in the living room with her mother. In the afternoon we watched ‘Another World’ … Maddie’s [Lois’ mother] favorite soap opera. Maddie was pure love.

They were cat people … the Linscotts were.
There was one time I think they had more than 20 cats – yes, at one time – in their modest 3 bedroom home.

Lois and I were [still are] best friends from kindergarten.

The night that my spirit holds on to is a time when Lois’ father came into her bedroom and
talked with us for a long time.
He usually didn’t do that. He usually didn’t talk much at all.
He mumbled. I usually couldn’t understand what he was saying. He was different. I loved him.

His name was Dinger. I don’t think I ever knew his full name. Everyone called him Dinger. I always thought that was very strange. His brother was Didi. Strange as well –
I began, at an early age, to know the
beautiful wonder in difference.

I had heard about the money he always buried. Stories had it, in my family, that he had thousands of dollars in change buried in coffee cans under his house in the dirt cellar.

This particular night, he asked us if we wanted to see all of his buried money. Lois said he was talking more and better because he was drinking much that night. I thought that was strange. I thought drinking inhibited human speech … not enhanced it ???

We went down in the dark basement. Dinger walking slowly, holding his index finger to his lips so we would not make sounds to wake up the rest of the family.
He wanted us to see the money, but I guess he still wanted to think it was a secret from everyone else.

He dug and dug … bringing up one coffee can after another. He was particularly proud of three cans filled with shiny silver dollars. He told us we could have as many as we could hold in our hands.

The next day we both awoke thinking we must have been dreaming … but the pile of silver dollars on the dresser, quickly let us know it had all been real. No one ever mentioned that evening again  … not ever.

Don’t judge a book by its cover … that night equaled that saying for me. Sharing his secret with us was an amazing gift. One I still carry as part of the ‘me’ I am today.
           
 
            The gem cannot be polished without friction,
Nor man be perfected without trials.
Danish Proverb
Back to the garden work ...
Until tomorrow xo♥  
Be what you want the world to be








1 comment:

  1. I really like the first quote you used. And I love the story about Lois when you guys were little. You must have written this blog before I made delicious coconut curry chicken and veggies, or you would have mentioned it right? haha. xo

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