Hello Young Lovers Who Ever You Are

Hello young lovers who ever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I've been in love like you

Be brave young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true

Cling very close to each other tonight
I've been in love like you

I know how it feels to have wings on your heels
And fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance

Don't cry young lovers what ever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my memories are happy tonight
I've had a love of my own
I've had a love of my own like yours
I've had a love of my own


Oh my heart. My old heart. How it wept at the sight of these two young people looking into their future. Then my brain commanded: "Your camera! Take a picture!" I did. Now you, too, may shed a tear or smile. Note that the bench they're sharing their reverie on is dedicated to someone who experienced their joy once, too. Hello young lovers . . . .

You're All So Kind

Thanks for all your good wishes regarding Mom. This virus has been rough. She missed her cardiac rehab sessions and has experienced the first angina since her heart attack Sept. 9. I've reassured her that this is one nasty bug and it's not just her impaired heart that is making her feel so punk. We missed a trip to NYC because my hubby got it so badly and is still feeling miserable.

Once she's rid of this infection, she'll have to start over again with recouping her lost strength, but I told her I know she'll soon catch up and start feeling more her old self. Fingers crossed.

Just Needed To Post These Pictures

Mom and I spent some lovely hours together a couple weeks before her heart attack. She's so merry, so much fun.

Her merriness, her capacity for fun, has crossed generations.


This is her precious granddaughter, Laura.


Here's her precious granddaughter, Kate - Laura's kid-sis. Their wonderful mom, Jen - is my kid-sis.






As Mother struggles to mend her heart and recover from this danged virus - it just feels good to put these pictures here - a testament to her life, to her capacity for wonder and laughter, to the forward- looking gift she gave to us all.

Time In The Country With Mom

These are a few photos from the week we spent with my mother who attended her 66th high school reunion during the Free Street Fair in Loudonville, Ohio.



That's the town of Loudonville, where Mom grew up and she and Dad raised us.




I walked onto the hill to look at stars and looking back toward the house saw Mother reading her book.



I love cows. Across the road, this one was also enjoying the morning.




My precious grand-niece, Katie - pointing at the duckies.



I love old barns.



Ohio morning glories reach their full glory, right before frost.



Ann and Mom, standing at their childhood home and admiring the fir tree their father planted 80 years ago.


Mom was with us last week. Her Colorado kid-sis was visiting with us, too. Unfortunately she brought a virus with her. My husband and brother picked her up at the airport. She was hacking her head off. (Sorry - I'm tired and this won't be poetic) Now we all have 'the thing'. The concern is that with Mom's weakened heart - this could be rough. Dang. Just when you think you've found smooth water and clear air . .

We all spent the week in Loudonville where Mom and her sis grew up. I lived there until I was eighteen and now own a musty little 'weekender' a bit up the hill from my sweet brother, Bob and his sweeter wife, Robin.

During the visit I took a few photos and played border collie as I tried to herd those pesky viruses into the 'harmless corral'. This old collie is tired and disappointed. Back to the drawing board and probably back to Mom's to see that things are going OK.

I've missed dropping in on my blogging buddies. We were to travel this week, but with this bug I'll be home and have time to catch up. There's the silver lining I was looking for. Hope you are all well.

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