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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Things I Wanted to Say
After my daughter drove away my mind and heart were filled with things I
wanted to say, to do, to show, to share. So many miles and years between
us. So many little things about her life, about my life, gifts and
memories. So many little things that add up faster than the yeas go by.
"Here, Sweetie, these are the opal earrings and necklace that your
dad gave me the year before you were born. And this, the fragile 1960's
daisy earring tree, I bought in Killeen, Texas the first year your
dad and I were married."
China hands made in Japan before WWII.
"I wish you could have met my grandmother and Aunt Della.
They collected the China hands that now fill the antique case.
Grandma always kept her hands busy with crafts, sewing, and quilting.
Della was an artist down in her soul, but poor health and hard work took
her life too soon. Photography was her love, she'd even met Margaret
Burke White in Taos. (But would I want to tell her that heavy social
drinking stopped so much creativity in her?) The black and white
lithograph in the dining room was purchased decades ago from Birger Sandzin a
well-known artist in Kansas and acquaintance of Della's. Her artist
community spread from Wichita, to Denver and Santa Fe. She made several
trips to Taos and Santa Fe with her striking red-headed friend, Murphy Doodle
(the only name I recall she had). I've often wondered if Della knew
Georgia O'Keefe since that is where she met so many artists. I have a
copper necklace that came from New Mexico. It hung on Della's frail chest
and looked so elegant. I wear it from time to time and it always makes me
feel special. The ring with tiny diamonds and blue sapphires was designed
by Della. I wore that, too, attached to a wedding band, but now it hangs
on a sliver of a silver necklace."
Hand pieced quilt by Grandma (Stapp) Oursler.
Divorce leaves empty gaps and all these many years later I still
try to fill that void. But on Katy's "40th" birthday we merely
went on doing all I know to do, creating more happy memories for the both of
us, and for the men we share our love with from day to day and throughout the
years to come. Sadly, we forgot to take those photos of our time
together. Della would have made it a special event. Hopefully, we
will both remember the walks with the dogs, a round of golf on a nearly perfect
Kansas day, a very special meal served with rich cheeses, shrimp, potatoes, and
asparagus called "Raclette" complimented with delicious wines, and
topped off with Dark Chocolate Fondant. We all laughed when the candles
tipped sideways on the soft liquid chocolate center of the fondant, so 10
candles represented the 40 years of love, happiness, adventures, and memories.
Ironically, I've been waking Katy (in
person or by phone call) on every birthday at 7:11 in the morning since that is
when she came into this world. On a morning when she was in our home,
I hesitated and left her sleeping, or should I say I left the dogs sleeping.
Two-Bit the ferocious dog.
Three possessive dogs under one roof made a lasting impression of
hilarity on our minds, and that day I decided to let sleeping dogs lie.
Happy Day, every day Katy.