iris, digital photograph, e.schoettler
Flowers that grow from bulbs
are so dependable.
With out fail
they come back every year
even though we do nothing to encourage them.
One day there they are
graceful, and lovely,
royal purple.
My Suitcase
We have an eccentric collection of old and cast-off stuff in our PA house. Being taken to PA probably saved a lot of it from being tossed out.
But not this suitcase. It was never in danger of being sent to the dump. It is mine. We have traveled a lot together.
Mama and Daddy gave me this suitcase and a larger partner as a present when I graduated from Central High School in 1954. This was my going away bag when I left for Johns Hopkins Hospital School of Nursing in Baltimore, MD that September. Oh, no, this worn and frayed companion is in no danger. It is my connection to too many memories.
NUN'S BEACH
The man with the three soccer-player daughters sitting in front of us at Mass Sunday was wearing a faded tee shirt with an amusing design on the back right in front of both Jim and me. The design was a cartoon of two black clad nuns on surf boards riding the waves - the caption - Nuns Beach - Stone Harbor.
After Mass Jim and I said to each other, "Did you see the tee shirt?" and laughed.
Curious I googled it today. Read the story of Nuns Beach, the sisters, and surfing HERE
Thank heavens for that tee-shirt. I would have hated to miss this story.
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