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Status: Single
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Semi Retired
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Arkansas
Nebraska
Alabama
California
Tennessee
Kentucky
Pennsylvania
Texas
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"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anyone," Mark Twain

About Me

I'm curiuous about almost everything, and I expect learning to be a lifelong experience

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Photography, Painting, Genealogy, American History

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My father, age 92, is obsessed with his garden. It's the first thing he thinks about every morning and the last think he thinks about every night. He goes outside to tend it several times a day. He rigs a radio and light to keep the deer away. He uses a one million candle power spotlight to scan it several times a night to be sure the varmints aren't eating too much of it. He is obsessed.

 

My mother is obsessed with her floor. It's a custom designed tile that immitates a quilt pattern. She, the master quilter, designed it herself. Every time dad walks out into his garden and back into the house, his shoes track in grass and dirt. She can spot a fly speck at 50 yards, and every speck that lands on her floor irritates her until she dispatches it. She is obsessed.

 

All day, every day, he obsessively tends the garden and she obsessivley tends her floor.

 

All day, every day, each regards the other with a kind of love and respect and understanding that only those who have grown together over many years can sustain. It's all the more tender because both of them know the time they have together is limited. Among the books on my mother's reading table is her favorite poem by Albert Kennedy, Should You Go First.

 

When I stop to consider this couple who has been together for 71 years, I begin to understand the difference between love and obsession.

 

http://www.healingheart.net/poetry/go_first.html

 

Should You Go First

Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone,
I'll live in memories garden dear,
with happy days we've known.

In spring I'll wait for roses red,
when faded, the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain,
for battle to be fought.
Each thing you've touched along the way
will be a hallowed spot.

I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain,
one thing I'll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long long path,
for soon I'll follow you.

I want to know each step you take,
so I may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road
you'll hear me call your name.

~by Albert Kennedy "Rosey" Rowsell~

Added: July 5, 2009
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Thank you for your comment. Hoping to get my computer very soon so that we can keep on chatting. Love and missed ya lots. Did you see whom you've been chatting with all this time?
Posted: January 18, 2010 7:23AM EST
m00n says:

Looks like a busy lady with a big smile. I hope you're doing well these days
Posted: January 18, 2010 3:41PM EST

DEAR MOON, MY MOTHER PASSED AWAY LAST MONTH SO IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO GET ON A COMPUTER TO LET MY FRIENDS KNOW. FINALLY HERE I AM AND YOU'RE SEEING ME FINALLY. HOPING TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON. LOVE AND MISS YOU
Posted: January 17, 2010 9:17PM EST
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