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Wednesday, 13 August 2008
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Quiet spot
It's been a while.
I've been away.
Not to a place
but to a state of mind.
My world is one
where I am not myself
but one who drifts
like gossamer.
I need this place.
I need the peace,
the isolation of
salt air, wheeling gulls
and bell buoys.
Let me drift with the tides
tumble with the sea glass,
and finally rest on my beloved beach.
Hey, lighthouse lovers. I haven't had the time or inspiration to visit here lately. I will try to come from time to time. You are welcome any time. The key is under the mat and the Beacon is there for your comfort. Ava
Saturday, 07 June 2008
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A question for my readers
Suddenly, I don't get my sub list in my email box. Is this happening to any of you? I rely on it so I can keep in touch with my subs, but it has disappeared. ????
Friday, 30 May 2008
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Sunday Photo
Once there was a little family, ordinary, yet not so ordinary. Mom and Dad still in their 30s, Dad in coat and tie, the expected thing when dressing for church. Mom in one of her few store bought dresses, sleeveless bodice and pleated skirt. She has frosted her hair and is wearing a wiglet. The children are shown in various modes of dressy clothes, no blue jeans, three of four with clip on neckties. The little girl, in velvet dress and knee socks looks good enough to eat.
We might have been ordinary, but my in memory of that time we were hardly that. It is part of our history, our memories of what the family meant. All huddled together, posing for the camera and afterward, still staying close for strength and comfort.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
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Memory
Anyone who knows me even a little, knows also that I love my little sis, 5 years my junior. Also you know I have a real affinity for chickens. I love my sister because she is my family and we are all we have left of it since Mama died. Chickens remind me of family too because we kept them when I was small and then later when my parents retired to the country, they had them again. They are such pleasant birds, gentle and soft and are part of my past.
This is me, my sister and chickens. Taken around 1941 at our home in Pear Ridge, a suburb of Port Arthur, TX. I wish we still had the little red rocker pictured. I am pretty sure it was home made my someone in the family.
(click to see enlarged)
Thursday, 24 April 2008
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Today is my sister's birthday
Today is my sister's birthday. I won't put a number on it or she might not like that so much. She lives by the bay and the beach. I found this poem and mounted it with a photo of the sunrise on her beach. She liked it so much, she took a photo of it. I know the print is too small to read, but Xanga wouldn't accept a bigger photo so here is the text of the poem.
If once you have slept on an Island"
If once you have slept on an Island,
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked
And go by the same old name
You may hustle about in street and shop
You may sit at home and sew,
But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go,
You may chat with neighbors of this and that
And close to the fire keep,
But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep,
And you won’t know why and you can’t say how
Such a change upon you came,
But once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same !Rachel Field
Believe me, I know the feeling too. Happy Birthday, Sis.
avasouth
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- Name: Ava
- Location: Texas, United States
- Birthday: 1/12/1936
- Member Since: 1/27/2002
