around the frame feb 2017 – our experiences

Brian in plaid 1987

Hi,

In reading your reflection, I feel you were experiencing some moments of nostalgia that left you choked up.  That happens to me … sometimes nearly blindsiding me.  

Anyway, I’m glad it seemed to be a positive experience for you. It usually leaves me feeling somehow unmoored.   

XO,

Chantal

Chantal (Dec. ‘16) adds, “Unlike you, I am often more comfortable leaving my emotions behind in a cloud of dust, rather than exploring them.”

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Frances,

I like your sharing. I never know what will trigger a memory for me.  

I was enjoying the movie “La La Land” a couple of weeks ago and all of a sudden I was overcome with tears. The lovers in the movie were reminding me of my relationship with Ed  (my significant other of 27 years who died 3 1/2 years ago). 

I was reminded of the beauty of our love; that we wanted each other to realize our dreams; that I missed him a lot; that an attraction like that doesn’t come often in one’s life. 

Mine were tears of happiness, sadness, and joy at the wonder of it.

Love,

Palma

Palma (Jan. ‘16) adds, “I’m busy working on my winter project –a scrapbook of my genealogy.”

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Dear Frances,

I liked your Jan. ‘17 Mid-month reflection about your son Brian’s plaid shirt. It’s sometimes strange the things we remember.

As the poet said, “My mind lets go a thousand things, like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour….” That’s a few lines from “Memory” by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. I love that poem!

June

June Poucher (Dec. ‘16) adds, “‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley is another of my favorite poems.”

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Hi Frances,

Your Midmonth Reflection, “The Shirt,” was a sweet illustration of how memory comes back to us.  

Carol

Carol (Jan. ‘17) adds, “Plaid is also coming back into fashion!”

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Dear Frances,

My days are a lot the same now that my brother and his wife are in Florida. She called me last Sunday and said they had some cold days there, too. I miss them.

Thank you for saying you think I have grown since I left my ex- and retired. Sometimes I feel stronger, but I still get down days. The snow, sleet and gray days seem to affect me. I’m looking forward to spring.

One of my other brothers hasn’t been well and is going through tests. Maybe it’s cancer. He says, “Maybe the Lord is trying to teach me something.” He also talks about being gracious in the face of adversity and says, “Everything happens for a reason.”

I hope it’s not as serious as cancer. Health is so precious.

I look forward to Ninepatch. I always find something that touches me.

Love and Prayers,

LindaSue

LindaSue (Jan. ‘17) adds,

During the long winter days I am reading a lot. I just finished A Widow’s Hope by Mary Ellis. Did you ever hear of that author?”

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Dear Frances,

I’m still thinking about days past. One of my sisters and I used to sit in the back of a small-town church during those long boring preaching services on Sunday evenings. We’d whisper about future inventions and technologies.

(Ask me about any sermons but I don’t remember them. Ask me about the old hymns and I can sing the first verse to many.)

Looking back, the 20th century saw a marvelous evolution in the way we live and communicate. I was an avid reader of “Dick Tracy” comics and later, “Star Trek” on TV and even Jules Verne’s stories.

A lot of Dick Tracy’s techno-gizmos –like his two-way wrist radio –have come to fruition, just like hand-held communicator gadgets on Star Trek. Even Jules Verne’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea sub-marine has come to pass. (I wonder if Jules would be pleased, surprised, or shocked if he were to take a step into his future – our present.)

I like a little adventure in life. Who knows what I might discover for the future?

Malaina

Malaina (Jan. ‘17) adds, “Following the least traveled path appeals to me. Say, isn’t that a Frost-y poem?”

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I could barely see the Taj Mahal.

I could barely see the Taj Mahal.

Dear Francesaholydays,

    I am back in the USA. Being in India was quite a learning experience.  I’m sending you a photo of me at the Taj Mahal to give an idea of the smog level in parts of India.

 Farmers were burning rice stubble while we were at Agra. This added to the usual poor air quality due to coal burning power stations and trash fires everywhere. (Street people burn trash to stay warm.) There’s also a smell of burning plastic in the air.

Air quality in New Delhi was 17 times higher than minimum safety levels. Schools were closed and there was an upswing in people with respiratory problems.

I read there was a 45% increase in people seeking medical attention.

  <3 Love,

Liz

          Liz/Moascar (Jan. 17) adds, “After several months in India and am slowly readjusting to being

back in this culture.   I miss the sound of chanting wafting through the air and the friendliness of the people. I used to hear school kids laughing and see them waving and calling me “Auntie.” I also miss eating curry and puri (puffy fried bread) for breakfast!”   

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Hi Fritzie,

We are doing fine. Had some moderately nice weather a few days ago. Now it is really cold, snowing and due to get colder.

I used to love the winter. Since my son, Bryan, is living on the street, I don’t enjoy it as much. I feel especially sad when I think of all the souls on the street.

I carry a couple tens in my wallet, in a special section so I won’t spend them. I want to give one to a homeless person when I see one who really touches me. I hate passing them by. Hopefully, Bryan is getting that kind of help.

I remember when he was in his twenties and thirties. We used to go to lunch or walk around an area close to where he lived. When he saw a person asking for help, he gave them his last bit of money.

I also remember one year when I had purchased him a winter coat. One day it was really cold. Bryan saw a homeless person with no coat and he gave the man his coat. (His girlfriend told me this story.)

When I asked Bryan about the event and he said, “What goes around comes around, Mom. I might need help some day.”

My grandson Bryce drives around sometimes looking for his dad. He finally will talk to Bryce and doesn’t run from him anymore. However, Bryce said his dad was really in another world.

Going to close now my friend.

Patricia

Patricia (Dec. ‘16) adds, “Sometimes I wonder if we should have stayed in Florida. I liked it there but with Bryan and my grandson being here –especially Bryan and his mental condition –it is best we are here where they are.”

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