You may recall my posts about my cousin, Lona, who passed away last November. Today would have been her birthday.
I’m sharing this photo again (we used it in the video for her funeral) in memory of her.
This picture was taken in 1964. She was 11. It was the year we pretended to be secretaries to the Beatles (we dreamed big) when we played together after church on Sundays.
Our lives were interwoven with family and church. As children, we went to Sunday School together, GA (Girls in Action) functions, sang in the Junior Choir, and of course, as cousins, we were always visiting each other with family.
As adults, we taught pre-school Sunday School and Vacation Bible School together, and the GA functions were replaced by BYW (Baptist Young Women) meetings and activities. But, as cousins, the family aspect never changed.
We grew apart briefly in the 1990’s, but reconnected, and I was honored to be of help to her in the past few years as her health failed.
Our dear mutual friend, Janet, (more like a family member than a friend) and I are planning to meet this afternoon for an iced tea in honor of Lona’s birthday.
Oh, and Lona will definitely be with us.
Happy Birthday, Lona.
~These Days Of Mine~
Today, I’m participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop and chose this prompt:
1.) The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…how is your child just like you?
Marshall is just like me: we both like cats, and we have from a very early age. Bandit helped welcome Marshall home from the hospital as a newborn, and they were good friends for many years.
Marshall is just like me: we both have a knack for spotting typos and misspelled words. We both did well in grammar and English in school, but struggled with math.
My 2nd grade report card
Marshall is just like me: we both like the same music. During his adolescent/early teen years, he listened to hard rock. Then one day, he said: “Mom, did you ever listen to The Beatles?”. And I breathed a sigh of relief, because he had discovered oldies.
These days, Marshall has a vintage record player and a large collection of old 45 rpm records and LP’s. He’s always happy to demonstrate the record player. “Older” folks are amazed to see one still in use, and those of the younger generation can’t believe that’s the way we used to listen to music.
Marshall shows the record player to his cousin, Connor
Marshall is just like me: we both have such a deep love for Bacon’s Castle. We’re amazed by its beauty, its history and our family connection to this wonderful old house.
Yes, my son is just like me (in many respects). And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Linking up to Mama Kat’s.
Although I stopped posting on the weekends quite some time ago, recently I discovered a blog meme for Sundays that I think will be fun.
This one is called Song-ography, and is hosted by “Kath” at You’ll Shoot Your Eye Out. Each week, Kath suggests a song about which to post. This week’s song is “Here Comes The Sun” by The Beatles.
Well, you know, with my
hundreds thousands of sunrise photos, I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity. This is the sunrise from July 4.
“Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right…
“Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces, little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here…
“Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
It’s all right, it’s all right.”