Solstice and Cheri

winter-boatMy sister Cheri was born a some decades ago on a stormy solstice night.  My mother once told me that her middle name was Gale because she blew into the window during a snow storm.  She is a storm, of goodness, and heart, and compassion.  The Solstice is the perfect time for her to be born.

A Solstice celebration is one of a new beginning, of letting in the opportunity for longer days, more sunlight, perhaps healing, perhaps joy.

My sister is that, she opens her heart to joy, to the opportunity of hope.

I admire her, I love her.  Happy Birthday Cheri, I am glad you are in the world.mom.cheri

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Sweetest Sister Sandi

 

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sandi,steve, mom and ed

Well, I missed your birthday my sister, I was away from my computer for a few days, and frankly, the date blindsided me until I saw it on Facebook.  How the heck did it get this late into the summer?

Sandi you are kind, smart, honest, beautiful, innovative, funny.  A great woman, a wonderful mother, and a fantastic Grandma.

You love with all of your heart, and for years I have watched you shower others with so much care, concern, and eagerness.  I have worried that you do not shower yourself with such bounty, but I have noticed in recent years you taking the time to think more of yourself, and I am so happy about that.

Your life has not been an easy one, you have lived through massive obstacles, pain, and you have always come out kicking, cept for that one time when your knee was smashed in a car accident,  you were not kicking so hard after that.  You did keep moving forward though, through everything.

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sank, amanda, sam, mandy at the farm

You have learned to enjoy your moments of joy, to savor them, to imclude them in your memory banks, to create them.  I love that.

And sigh, I must apologize for locking you out of the house when I was babysitting you back on the farm, well, you say I did that anyway, I am not sure I acknowledge it, but…#notthebestbigsisterever.

beautysank

I love you sista, I honor you, I respect you, I admire you.  Happiest New Life Year!

 

 

Our mother made cookies

I have memories of spring, of May Day, whether they be true or not I have no idea.  Perhaps my sisters can tell me.

macaroonsI have memories of May Day Macaroons, the only time our mother made them.  I loved those macaroons, soft, warm and chewy from the oven.  I loved their pure coconut sweetness.

I have memories of small paper baskets, cone shaped, with a wild violetstiny paper handle, filled with flowers and cookies, and hung on a friends door.may basket

I love these memories of our mother.

I always will love macaroons and little wild violets

lovelymom

Saturday Shop

midsummer-nightA place to visit in Jordan, MN.  A wonderful shop, owned and managed by a wonderful woman, my friend Mara!  225 Water Street

The Shop is Open! The Shop is Open!

Source: Saturday Shop

Happy Birthday

linda22Happy Birthday to our irrepressible sister Linda.  I miss you.

I miss your goofy garage sales, your awesome car, your love of thrift stores.  I miss your love, your understanding, your heartfelt wish to make others happy.

I miss you as my confidant, second mother to my daughters, my happy-go-lucky camping companion.  You always made me laugh, and drew me into adventures to places and activities we maybe should not have gone.  Sarah still calls our camping weekends therapy weekends.  Not because they were therapeutic, but because Camping-Signshe swears she needs therapy for them to this day.

Before you passed, you told me that you would tell me what happens after and you did.  And you continue to send to me small little missives, like messages on a carrier pigeon. Sometimes just a smell, or a word I see written that brings your smile to my eyes, and your laugh to my ears.

Yesterday I was pulling some books from my shelf, and out fell a birthday card that you had created for me many years ago.  Were you reminding me that I need to prepare for your birthday, or just saying hey?  Once, in the middle of a snow storm in Minneapolis WMT blasted from my radio for just a minute.  What the heck, I had just been thinking of you.  And of course the dream  you sent shortly after you left. (the dream)  Previous File: jmTreeOfLife_1_10.psd Epson_2_05WP_720uni_2005_0411

I smell the scent of greenhouse flowers while driving down highways.  That started after as well.  I am not sure why I associate this with you but I surely do.

So yes, you have taught me, loved me, and I continue to cherish you.  I wish we could really talk, catch up, go thrifting, visit corny parks, and live in each others moments.   I miss that part of having you here.

Happy Happy Birthday my sister. Continue to enjoy your life beyond.

October 11, 1924

momasbabyOur Mother, Dorothy,  was born this day.

Happy Birthday Mom.  So many miss and love you.

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Mom’s 80th, still young.

I know our niece Shelly thinks of you every day, I believe she misses  you the most. 4 generations Cheri starts grieving about this time of year. but I know you are with her holding her hand.  Sandi Kaye has a broken heart. Sandy B I think has trouble believing you are gone, Dee is lonely for you, Richard just plain misses you and Steve grieves in his quiet fashion. I think our Linda is overjoyed that you are in Heaven with her, causing mayhem and hilarity.  Me, I am still befuddled, finally getting to know you now that you are gone.mom.cheriYthe kidsour daughters and sons, your grandchildren, your greats and your great greats, all miss you.

lovelymomIf you had been allowed, you might have been a hell raiser, in a good way.  You always had a hidden talent for mischief, and a glint in your eye.  I’m amazed the glint didn’t vanish after the life you lead as a youth, farmed out to an older husband at 16, lonely and isolated in the middle of nowhere Iowa, no amenities, just hard work and babies.  Your resilience was something else again, candling eggs, working in a nursing home, a bar, learning to make money and support your children when Dad passed.  I remember your learning to drive a car,  you were determined as you  headed into the ditch, but stopped in time.  Your red-headed Irish temper flared just a bit right then.

momsexymomTo this day I feel a surge of delight when I see make up samples, your days as an Avon rep have stayed with me always, with your blue case of wonders.mom

bernie momYou sure knew how to love your man, and you deserved more love than you might have received.   But you had moments of glory and happiness.

lindaI imagine you, with Linda, our sister, your daughter. You have both reconciled, you are fantastic evolved beings. I imagine you in a rocker, with a fluffy white kitten on your lap, or laying in the sun, turning a lovely copper.

I love and live for the sunshine. You taught your children that. Some cold days I turn my face to the sun and feel your warmth in my soul.  I imagine you are always in the warmth of glory these days.  You deserve to be, you deserve to rest.

beautifulmom

 

 

 

 

Freedom

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children of the poor

Yesterday I watched a news story.  Women and children are coming to our boarders, believing that they will find freedom.  Believing in  the American Dream;  met at the border by rich US citizens, turned away, screamed at, disregarded as people.  We furiously protect what we have, forgetting where we got it!

Trail of Tears

We forget that our ancestors came from other countries; pushing out the native people who lived here.  In many cases with genocide.

We forget that our ancestors came, and lived in hovels, worked, scraped, struggled.  So that they could have the American Dream. We forget that they were scorned and terrorized, yet kept coming.  thp-ny-tenementWe forget where we came from.

This is not a treatise on immigration policy, I am not smart enough for that.  This is a call for understanding and love, for a return to our basic values of liberty and justice for all.  What are the words?

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

This is how most of us arrived here.  My great grandparents from Prussia and England with little, working their way here to the Midwest, coming to dream.

Today, everyday, remember and honor.liberty

 

 

 

 

 

 

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