Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
A short response to Dan: I believe my grandmother Bertha was born in 1890 followed by Oscar and Amanda... so contemporaries of Annie, Katie, Sarah. They were the youngest "ours" of a blended Swedish family (the family tree resembles macramé... two sisters married unrelated brothers; therefore, mine, yours, ours and theirs...). My Uncle Leslie (a "theirs') looked like my father (more than his actual brother). I never got to meet my grandmother; she died of cancer before I was born. I do have a picture of her though, my father favored her, and she did get to meet my mother. The other family roots go back to various places at various times. Our DNA shows no Native American, a fairly definite sign that we were all immigrants; although their "ethnicity" and "country-of-origin" don't match up. It's important for me to remember that people have always "gotten around". 95.986 |