Pictures coming

I am taking a bunch of pictures to Walgreens this weekend to have them put on a disk since my scanner is dead.

Lawyers

I have officially retained an Estate Lawyer and a Malpractice/Medical Negligence Lawyer.

A picture from Betty M.

Mom's Obituary

I couldn't scan it so I put the link up. Just click on the title of this post.

scanner issues

Well now that I have LOTS of pictures that I want to add my scanner has stopped working!  I guess I'll take pictures to Walgreen's and have them put on disk so that I can upload that way.
I also have some Genealogy stuff that I need to have put on disk. I don't know how to do that yet. Be patient with me. I'll get it figured out.

 I love every single one of you!
                                                      V

My Grandfather on my Mother's side

Luke Hoyle (My Grandfather) age 21

A Poem by W.E. Keay

I found this poem tucked away with a few of Mom's Immigration things. I have to share it with you. I tried scanning it and copying the link but I couldn't get that to work properly.

Just a thought about my son Christopher (1958)

 

 "Childish Mischief"

He is always up to mischief

So he makes me endless toil.

As fast as I have tidied 

He will litter, spill and spoil.

He can't help but open every

Cupboard that he's passed.

He is healthy and he is growing

And his little brain works fast.

Spotless clothes mean nothing

When a puddle promises fun.

No wonder that I grumble
That my work is never done.

But now that he is listless

And his rosy cheeks are white

A childish ill has robbed him

Of his healthy appetite.

I wonder why I thought his

Boundless energy a strain.

He can tear the house to pieces

If he'll just get well again.

Forever in my heart

                                Mom and Christopher had their own special mutual admiration society.

                      She was his light and he was her star.  It was wonderful to see such love and respect.       

  "The Best"

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be,

So he put his arms around you 

And whispered, "Come with me."

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer

And saw you fade away.

Although we couldn't bear to lose you,

We could not ask you to stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hardworking hands laid to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.

Matriarch

Mom with the small people. She was so awesome with

 children!

                                  

Love                                                                                               I've copied you, Mother                                         My words echo your voice                                         You're my shining example                                         The one of my choice                                        Not thinking about it                                        I've copied your style                                        The way that you walk                                        The way that you smile                                        You fashioned my dreams                                        You painted my hopes                                        I've learned to make knots                                        At the end of my ropes                                       We all learn to love,                                       But not from a friend                                       I learned your strength                                      And when I should bend                                      Mom, you've mapped the way                                      To Heaven above                                      By teaching me kindness                                      By teaching me love

Love set me free!

Vanessa and Noel

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

Why a blog?

It's been a few weeks since Mom died. I've been spending lots of time cleaning out her house and going through LOTS of old stuff. I've found so many wonderful picture that I thought I should share them. Some are old and some are not so old but all are history.

I linked this blog to facebook but don't worry, only family members cab see the link!