tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post7131743104023955224..comments2024-03-29T06:02:51.878-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: So Many PicturesMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-7432113921571942072015-06-17T04:23:20.051-04:002015-06-17T04:23:20.051-04:00I don't know if you are friends with Martin, t...I don't know if you are friends with Martin, the old XboxforNappyRash, on Facebook, but the other day he posted this thing about people being buried in pods, in foetal position, with trees growing out of the top of them. It was a gorgeous idea. He made me laugh, because his comment was "I'd take one just for Mondays."Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-41404494236192739962015-06-12T21:01:25.711-04:002015-06-12T21:01:25.711-04:00A good friend is a treasure.A good friend is a treasure.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48398230634497867562015-06-12T20:25:54.094-04:002015-06-12T20:25:54.094-04:00Jo- Yes. But these are the Rolling Stones NOW! Sti...Jo- Yes. But these are the Rolling Stones NOW! Still. After today's adventures, I know it is best I stayed home. I love you, woman. <br /><br />Joanne- I appreciate that so much. Thank you, dear Sweet Jo.<br /><br />Elizabeth- True and true and true. Amen. <br /><br />Desiree- I am SO lucky to have that woman as a friend. I swear. <br /><br />Steve Reed- It's strange that as I get older, things change for me. I suppose that is what is supposed to happen. If we can't change our minds, there is something wrong with us. Cremation would still be fine with me. But...yeah- wouldn't that be a lovely place for bones to dissolve?<br /><br />Angella- And you know it! <br /><br />Ellen Abbot- That is absolutely the perfect way to put it. Thank you.<br /><br />Ms. Vesuvius- You would ADORE Liz. And she you.<br /><br />Jaqnzi- The moon must have been in friendship and beauty. I am so glad you got to experience that!<br /><br />Birdie- You just blew my mind. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of that. Thank you. Wow. Wow. WOW!Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82163276882396288872015-06-12T17:41:54.841-04:002015-06-12T17:41:54.841-04:00As you know I love geneology and cemeteries. And b...As you know I love geneology and cemeteries. And because I am one the people that have to know about the person I tread upon, here is some information on little Ola Belle.<br /><br />http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=69825268&ref=acom<br /><br />and this...<br /><br />Name: Ola Hutto<br />[Ola Hutto] <br />Age: 3m<br />Birth Year: abt 1880<br />Birthplace: Florida<br />Home in 1880: Precinct 4, Leon, Florida<br />Race: White<br />Gender: Female<br />Relation to Head of House: Daughter<br />Marital Status: Single<br />Father's name: Thomas Hutte<br />Father's Birthplace: Florida<br />Mother's name: Lucy Hutte<br />Mother's Birthplace: Florida<br />Neighbors: View others on page<br />Cannot read/write:<br /><br />Blind:<br /><br />Deaf and Dumb:<br /><br />Otherwise disabled:<br /><br />Idiotic or insane:<br /><br />View image<br />Household Members: <br />Name Age<br />Thomas Hutte 35<br />Lucy Hutte 31<br />Mattie Hutte 13<br />Jissie Hutte 7<br />Ida Hutte 4<br />Ola Hutte 3m<br /><br />and here is Mary Elizabeth<br /><br />http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=37259609&ref=acom<br /><br />Actually, here is the whole cemetery.<br />http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gsr&GScid=72712<br /><br />I want a green buiral. I am mostly sure I have sent you this poem before. <br /><br />by: emily carr<br /><br />dear mother earth<br />i think i have always <br />specially belonged to you.<br />i have loved from babyhood<br />to roll upon you,<br />to lie with my face pressed<br />right down onto you,<br />in my sorrows.<br />i love the look of you<br />and the smell of you.<br />when i die, i should like<br />to be in you unconfined,<br />unshrouded.<br />the petals of flowers <br />against my flesh and<br />you covering me up.<br /><br />Those words are just perfect. The writer has them on her own grave. <br /><br />Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-87891471585940253212015-06-12T12:21:59.880-04:002015-06-12T12:21:59.880-04:00What a marvelous time one can have with old friend...What a marvelous time one can have with old friends.. your trip sounded so wonderfully easy and funlike too.. At the same daytime, I was out with an old friend too, having lunch in the open, overlooking fields and vistas, so beautiful we didnt want to leave, then went shopping and she was pleased to rediscover this little place not far from her home.. then we opened the bags that had carried the cakes home to her place and sat in the garden at her house, in the hot sunshine, and sighed with happiness.. life sharing a day with a friend is wealth indeed**<br />janzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11061408016373122220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-42958010378243523732015-06-12T10:24:25.451-04:002015-06-12T10:24:25.451-04:00Hooray for Liz! Hooray for you! A beautiful day. T...Hooray for Liz! Hooray for you! A beautiful day. This makes me glad. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-76784998250594654422015-06-12T10:07:51.645-04:002015-06-12T10:07:51.645-04:00yes, sometimes we need to be pried out of our hous...yes, sometimes we need to be pried out of our house with a crowbar and a friend to wield it and when they do, we have fun.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-50956942418011924682015-06-12T09:07:28.525-04:002015-06-12T09:07:28.525-04:00Friends like Liz are life's gold vFriends like Liz are life's gold v37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22949663992159662532015-06-12T09:00:03.796-04:002015-06-12T09:00:03.796-04:00That looks like the best kind of adventure. As you...That looks like the best kind of adventure. As you know, road trips are my thing, and so are little out-of-the-way restaurants. I gotta check out Metcalfe someday! (And yeah, I have NO idea where it is.)<br /><br />Your description of cremation vs. burial has me thinking. I've never really thought about the relative energy consumption involved. I've always believed I would want to opt for cremation. don't want a marker, though. I just want to be scattered to the winds, or on the forest floor. But you're right -- that little roadside cemetery looks like a perfect place for eternal rest.<br /><br />Poor Ola Belle.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-54889564406598131402015-06-12T06:26:55.123-04:002015-06-12T06:26:55.123-04:00There you are! You were just needing a bit of spec...There you are! You were just needing a bit of special time, of the kind that sits most comfortably with who you are. Nothing wrong with that at all! We aren't all social butterflies that thrive in crowds. I am not, either!<br />Your day sounded perfectly delightful in every way and has clearly worked its magic on you. What a wonderful friend you have in Liz and she, in you!Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-28760429990717017772015-06-12T02:38:07.331-04:002015-06-12T02:38:07.331-04:00Hurray for Liz and Metcalf and the Rolling Stones ...Hurray for Liz and Metcalf and the Rolling Stones rolling through.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-89025401757820064052015-06-11T23:39:05.553-04:002015-06-11T23:39:05.553-04:00It sounds like you had a wonderful day with your d...It sounds like you had a wonderful day with your dear friend. You're okay and you're entitled to do exactly what you want to do at this point in your life - with no apologies.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-53591624575878345182015-06-11T19:43:56.485-04:002015-06-11T19:43:56.485-04:00See? You do go places. And you know how to have fu...See? You do go places. And you know how to have fun. <br />You've seen the Stones. You've seen Dylan and BB King and so many more and you've danced a lot. It's ok to call it and stay close to home if the time for that has come. <br /><br />You could get dragged to the Stones now, but would it be worth the stress it would cause you? It sounds like the answer's no. <br /><br />So let it go, and don't beat yourself up about it. You've seen it. It's ok. Maybe you just don't like being responsible when you're out? You need someone to look after you. I know I feel a great need for a nanny to look after me, make sure my clothes are on the right way out and make me meals. <br /><br />Regarding burial, remember that post I wrote about the woodland cemetery? I still want to do that. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.com