i remember my dad standing right here
when i was 2 years old
we lived in chicago
he was so young
just starting out in his career
i remember the bar in our basement
climbing up into the stools
the candle wrapped in netting
the straw hats on the wall
and i remember
he loved to be the life of the party.
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“it doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”
-anne sexton
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happy father’s day to all
what adventures do you keep coming back to, time and time again?
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image credit: book riot
today our kinders
learned a beautiful lesson
about a lovely tradition
honoring those who we have loved and lost
and now continue to remember
on this very special holiday each year
and onward.
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“the core belief of the Day of the Dead is so poetic and simple: as long as we remember those who have passed away, as long as we tell their stories, sing their songs, tell their jokes, cook their favorite meals, then they are with us, around us, and in our hearts.
-jorge r. guiterrez
The Art of the Book of Life, Introduction
(Dia de los Muertos – Day of the Dead)
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this post is dedicated to little hazen
forever 5
who left us on this day
much loved
lost much too soon
and always remembered.
“welcome and be my guest”
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just a sampling of memorials found all over the parks
on benches, stones, trees and shelters
each very personal
and
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“in memory of her college days here…”
“remember the things that make you glad.”
“to celebrate the joy he found in the outdoors and his pleasure in sharing it with others.” (for the creator of the ann arbor public schools outdoor education program)
shelter to rest and enjoy the beauty –
dedicated to a young woman who loved to be in nature
and left the world way too early.
“her generosity has ensured that ann arbor will remain a city of trees.”
“only when you drink from the river of silence shall you sing, and when you reach the mountain top you shall begin to climb, and when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance.”
“placed in honor by his park employees”
“a guiding light to all who knew her.”
“he loved to walk here.”
“a caring and generous man…”
darya lin
died on september 11, 2001 in nyc
in loving memory
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“every memorial in its time has a different goal.”
-maya lin
sculptor and architect
designer of the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington, D.C.
early mother’s day surprise movie present
courtesy of
my daughters
who remember prince and his music
as a part of their days
growing up with me
and
we
watched him on the big screen
and
sang and danced
with 1,000 other people
of all ages
who remembered him too
and we even
smuggled in food
in a big purse
just like the days
when we didn’t have a lot of money
but we did have
a lot of dollar movies
a lot of music
and
a whole lot of love.
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happy mother’s day to all who mother
and to those who really know their mothers.
on the desk in roald dahl’s writing hut, right next to the chair where he sat to write many of his famous stories – including charlie and the chocolate factory – there is a collection of strange and wonderful items, some of which are particularly curious.
one of these is what appears to be a cannonball. it’s grey and fits into the palm of one hand. it looks like it would be quite heavy. it’s not a cannonball, though. it’s actually chocolate wrappers. hundreds and hundreds of silver foil wrappers that were originally used to keep a chocolate bar nice and fresh.
when roald was working for shell oil in london, before he set off on his adventures in africa and then on to the second world war, he often used to have a chocolate bar with his lunch. every time he had a chocolate bar he would add the wrapper to his growing collection. the first one he wrapped up into a little ball, and then every time he had another he would wrap it around the one from the day before, and so eventually the little ball of silver foil wrappers grew larger and heavier and took on the cannonball-like appearance it has today.
roald kept this collection of chocolate wrappers on the desk in his writing hut along with other things that inspired him, or reminded him of his earlier days. if you’re ever in the roald dahl museum and story centre in great missenden you can see it for yourself.
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credits: roalddahl.com
