Monday, August 31, 2009
Here we are . . .
gathered together again . . .
on this . . .
our Reunion Day.
and crying . . .
about all of our yesterdays.
Those special times . . .
we vow ne'er to forget . . .
as the years . . .
how they seem to fly.
And our precious loved ones . . .
so sorely missed . . .
as one-by-one . . .
they have said, "good-bye."
But for now . . .
I believe they are with us . . .
and if we could hear them . . .
perhaps they would say,
"May the circle once again be unbroken . . .
on this . . . Our Reunion Day."
And as we travel on . . .
through life's unknown days . . .
may we anticipate that day up in Heaven,
When we'll all gather 'round . . .
and once again hear them say . . .
"We're all here for a Family Reunion!"
P.S. I vaguely remember being inspired to pen these words by something I read . . . somewhere. While Googling parts of the above poem, the poem posted > HERE < is the only thing similar that came up.
Monday, August 17, 2009
"I've been taking pictures all my life,
even before I had a camera."
Sabrina Fairchild in the 1995 remake of Sabrina
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Alex Haley is often quoted as having likened the death of an old person to the burning of a library . . . such a tragic loss of the many and varied pages and chapters of the assorted books of a unique life . . . and even more so if others have not listened to and remembered and memorialized the stories . . . then they just vanish . . . like ghosts of forgotten memories . . .
Remembering . . . Alexander Palmer Haley . . . born 11th August 1921 in Ithaca, New York . . . died 10th February 1992 in Seattle, Washington . . .
Monday, August 3, 2009
Inspiration is not just some flight of fancy.
It is the air you breathe;
the water you gulp down when you are thirsty;
the bread that fills your belly.
The process and products of your creative work
will feed your soul, if you let them.
— Molly Anderson-Childers