Grandma Ruby's death sparked a lot of feelings, thoughts and emotions that I hadn't felt in a while. Beyond the obvious sadness of losing her, I was also anticipating the time that I would be able to spend with relatives, quality time although short lived, with family members whom I just don't get to see enough of. That was special and I wish there was more of it but in today's world, we cherish what we get sometimes.
This is the first post in what I hope will become a new medium for connectedness between members of the White family. I'm posting images made last month of when Grandma Ruby left us.
WhereWeUsedToPlay
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Things Shouldn't Be So Hard
A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space—
however small—
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn't
be so hard.
Kay Ryan
Chris sent this out, but I'm not sure if everyone saw it.
Awesome job. I scanned some family photos a couple of years ago I can post if you'd like? I might have some audio somewhere too.
Grandmother's Chair
by author unknown
Grandmother sits in her easy chair
Softly humming some old-time air;
And as she sings, her needles keep pace
With the smiles that flit o'er her wrinkled face;
While the fire-light flickers, and fades away,
And comes again like the breaking day.
From morning till evening she knits and sings,
While ever the pendulum tireless swings
The moments around, with its tick and stroke,
Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke.
And grandmother never repines at her fate
Of being the last at the "Crystal Gate."
Husband, and daughters, and sons all there,
Wearing the "crown and the garments fair"
Singing the songs that will never tire,
And swelling the chorus of heaven's choir;
But patiently, hopefully, bides the time
That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime.
Grandmother's chair will be vacant soon,
For the rays of life slant far past noon;
But yonder in heaven she'll sing again,
Joining the evermore glad refrain,
Wearing the "crown" and the "garments fair,"
While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair.
Thanks Keycia, We will all miss the lady in the chair by the window.
Today starts the on line auction for Grandma Ruby's house. This will be an emotional time for many. While it is an important part of many lives, it was Ruby that made it a home and a welcome place for all. I know Joe will try to make things go as smoothly as possible for all.
yesterday as I looked out my kitchen window at the jonquils, I was reminded how Ruby spied a few in the fence row by the bypass road. I went out and picked a couple and brought them into the house for her. I think of her oftenand marvel at how much Rita and Sam have done to the house. I
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