Book of Kells pages
I cannot expect my children to transcribe 35 personal journals I’ve written on this earth. Like a hoarder, I’ve held onto my journals as valuable to others, but understand it is not truly the case.
My friend’s mother passed away years ago, leaving over 1000 journal/scrapbooks organized like resources for a human Google search engine. She organized a lifetime of topics, magazine articles cut out, photographs from botany to zoology, shelves filled her entire home, bedrooms, livingroom, diningroom and her garage.
My friend kept only one index of her mother’s, because it was her handwriting, reminding her of mother’s passion. Many scrapbooks were donated to a small logging camp’s ‘library,’ which may not be accessible to other people who want a look at those books. I want to see the volumes all together. I went to look at her collection, and the place was closed indefinitely, no sign of ever being open again. Continue reading “passionate immortality” »
The Old St. Hilary’s Catholic Church in downtown Tiburon, California is the most recognized historical structure in town. It is no longer only a Catholic building, but stands for history of the old days. Tiburon Landmarks Society commemorated the building with a project. They recruited local volunteers to needlepointing local wildflowers designs on kneelers for each of the sixteen pews. Since the Tiburon Mariposa lily on Ring Mountain became protected as an endangered flower the same year my brother died, and was represented as one of the flowers on the kneelers, I volunteered to make a kneeler, but the coordinator gave me a blue iris design instead. I didn’t really care, I just wanted my work to be in the old church. 
Yipee! My first blueberry picking invitation! Carol and Sandy invited me, and picked me up early in the next morning. We drove up Lily Gap road ten miles to Mills You-Pick Blueberry Farm outside of West Point, California, acres of blueberries, with hundreds of bushes, all types and sizes. Three dollars per pound for you-pick, about half the cost in a store these days. The area is netted over the hundreds of bushes, so birds don’t win the picking game. The sun wasn’t up yet, so it was still cool.
