The Gift of Caring

A few Sundays ago I shared a post by my fellow blogger  Steven at So This Is Me which had touched me deeply.  In his slightly self-deprecating fashion he pooh-poohed my emotion but this Sunday he has done it again.  He is dealing, as so many people I know are and have, with an elderly parent suffering from that most dreadful afflictions – Alzheimer’s.  I will not go into details as the story is his to tell.  Let me just say that my heart is breaking and I cried when I first read this.  I cried for the situation yes but more from the tenderness and love with which it is being met.

A click on the link will take you to My Little Girl.

Back in 2012 when faced with her mother’s illness my dear Elizabeth wrote a poem that Steven’s post brought to mind:  A Caregiver’s guide to Alzheimer’s.

I share both as a reminder that there is more love and caring in this world than we allow ourselves to consider.

On this day in 1702: The Daily Courant, England’s first national daily newspaper is published for the first time.

Tales the Belle Tells

I first met Elizabeth when I received an e-mail back in November of 2007 asking if she could use a photo from a silly posting I had done early in the month featuring  unusual wine labels.  In those days she had a Flickr page of random silliness and a blog of a more personal and serious, though never humourless, nature on the go. She and I became blog buddies and eventually Facebook friends.  Love Elizabeth included beautiful and heart-tearing poetry, remarkable photographs and engaging personal story telling.   On one occasion she melded the three into something that touched our home and those of so many of our friends for which I will always be grateful.

She hasn’t blogged for a while because, being Elizabeth, she has been engaged in a project with her husband Kirk that started as the story of her great great great Grandfather.  But again being Elizabeth it has taken on a life beyond its original intent. However there is no point in my  trying to explain any of this as she has created a new blog that says its all.  I’ve added it to my own blog roll as I intend to follow all the Tangled Histories they have uncovered and discovered.  You might wish to take a look and do the same.  A left click on the picture from the blog header will take you to “stories of settlers and the unsettled, enslavers and enslaved, family lost and found in the Cherokee homeland”.

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On this day in 1828: Initial issue of the Cherokee Phoenix is the first periodical to use the Cherokee syllabary invented by Sequoyah.

Job’s Wife

Back in July my friend Elizabeth wrote a startling and moving poem on the old Biblical tale of Job and the Trials visited on him (Left is one of Gustave Doré’s illustrations to the story). But she wrote it from the point of view of his wife; when I read her The Book of Job’s Wife I was stunned by the shear emotion of it. Perhaps knowing some of her background gave it special resonance but even without that it is an highly charged cry of a wounded soul whose lose has been ignored in the telling of the tale.

I was then a little surprised to find that almost three months later she received a comment on it from someone who, to my mind at least, is an ignorant, self-righteous coward. Ignorant in their lack of knowledge of the book they brandish in people’s faces, self-righteous in their judgment and too cowardly to sign their name. Fortunately Elizabeth was not at a loss for words in her response. The sad thing is that who ever it is that wrote the comment will probably never read it – people like that tend, in the tradition of cowards, to be hit and run.

Bravo my darling Elizabeth on a remarkable piece of work and a thoughtful and honest reply to someone who knows little of the true love of God.

14 ottobre – San Callisto Papa

Sharing

Haven’t done one of these posts in a while. Again not that I haven’t read some wonderful stuff just that two very active puppies (and some really heavy ballet review translations) have been keeping me a tad busy. And I also have done any GPP or GPV items in over a week. So why not combine the two. Here’s some posts I’ve enjoyed and a few pics of the deadly duo – though I realized I have more photos of Nora than Nicky – maybe because she stays still long enough.

It hard to believe they were ever this small … this friendly … or this quiet. They both weigh in at slightly over 2 kgs now, fight constantly and seem to have boundless energy. Hell they’re puppies of course they have boundless energy.
  • She hasn’t been blogging regularly for a while but as always when she does Big Ass Belle hits the mark every time. Her most recent post reminded me of the big part that serendipity has played in my own life and has even encouraged me to start working on a post about it.

Okay we have a moment of repose here but it’s just in preparation for the next assault on the race course that use to be the hallway.
  • Also absent for awhile, Elizabeth has such a full creative plate that she can be forgiven for not putting in more frequent appearances. Her recent trip to New York brought back memories of previous times in a city that helped shape her life.

Stick with me kid, says our Nora. I’m older than you and been around more, ’cause its just you and me against the world. Very appropriately Dashiell Hammett don’t you think?
  • Always a keen observer of the world – and with plenty experience of it – Helen has penned her most recent letter to Margaret and has a few words about Mr Obama and some things that were better left unsaid.

The house tends to be a bit on the dark side – no direct sunlight anyway because of all the angles. But there is a nice spot out on the service balcony that was just made for sunning.
  • It seems the ladies – I was going to type women but you know in my mind every one of them is a lady, sorry I’m old-fashioned that way – I know in blogdom are a busy lot. Cowbell has been busy with work and a few adult education opportunities including learning Spanish. Her class has given her food for thought and for a post.

Nick always likes to make sure the bed covers are perfectly arranged before a good night’s sleep.

  • For awhile there Sunday drives with Jeff was becoming a regular feature of my life, however there were a few Sundays when he had more pressing things to do. I’m glad to say he’s returned to take us through the high and by ways of the LA area. In the past two weeks he’s shown us cool signs with a decidedly 50s feel and then stopped off at a BBQ pit for some ribs and more 50s nostalgia.

Nora is completely unimpressed with the internet – its just too modern. She tends to be an old fashioned girl – the sort who hides demurely behind the lace curtains when she isn’t chewing on them!
  • And finally my friend Larry spent a few days in and around Sienna and has shared several posts about that lovely area of our adopted country. Rather than list them all why not just go over to AmoRoma and do a bit of a “birdwalk”.

Good reading and you’ll have to excuse me I have two puppies who have to be walked.

04 agosto – San Giovanni Maria Vianney

Sharing

Its been a while since I’ve shared some of my favorite posts with you but its not because there’s been a lack of things out there just that there’s been a lot going on here. I am still visiting and enjoying all my regulars plus a few new ones. I don’t mean to be jingoistic here but Laurent has decided to try his hand at blogging. He’s got one called Larry Muffin At Home – and don’t even ask where the Muffin comes from!

Aside from his new blog I also have two postings that I read this week that effected me very much. Both from my dear friend Elizabeth. Liz was the first person who ever asked to use something from my blog and from that simple e-mail request a friendship developed. She’s a remarkable lady with remarkable talents, not the least of which is her writing.

  • When I read this posting earlier this week I so wished in my heart that it would be what happened in every family, though sadly I know that is not the case.
  • The events this week at the Holacaust Memorial in Washington were frightening and paint a sad picture of the state of a nation; Elizabeth was close enough to those events that they resonated with her and her family.

The first post fills me with hope, the second despair.

12 giugno – Giovanni da San Facondo González de Castrillo