The hair is the richest ornament of women. ~Martin Luther
on the porch before we got central air.
We would all sit outside and talk.
Ice cream was usually involved and then we would watch the moon and the stars at night, and then talk some more.
but the best of friends must part ~ Red Foxx
London ~ 1941
the past is never where you think you left it ~ K Porter
I close my eyes and the flashbacks start.
All hands on deck.
the body may be dragged there, but the spirit refuses to attend.
And sentimental thoughts are all they know.
The living in other peoples dreams move them slowly along.
And each midnight the memories fall apart.
consists of simplicity.
And no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.
“Why are people all upset about same sex marriage? What’s all the fuss?
Walter and I have been having the same sex for over 50 years, no need for people to get their panties in a wad.”
are precious memories.
This photograph is of my cousin Edna Ruth Lee from Seneca, South Carolina reading on her porch at home.
She still lives in Seneca and has grandchildren now, about the same age as she was when this photo was taken.
She is seen here seated in a cane chair-reading the daily newspaper’s cartoons.
I like the way the chair is tilted back and think the photo captures well the innocence of youth.
How lucky to know someone who it is so hard to say goodbye to.
A great blessing in life is having a memory of the same events.
The same mode of thinking.
“Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly?”