Gentle friends:
Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
thought of herself as a writer.
I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
it. And now she's published.
Edrena

For Mary, July 1998
Tragedy is endured
both the tremendous or the trivial.
Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
but when God seems far away or cruel,
The trivial can be a tool.
When sanity's at risk,
May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
---N.R.S. 1917-2005

Oh, Edrena, what a beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing this, and I
am so sorry about your loss.

serene

"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005

Bless her sweet soul

Ophelia

The Joneses wrote:

> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
>

I'm sorry for your loss.

The Joneses wrote:
>> Gentle friends:
>> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
>> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
>> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane,
>> probably barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an
>> eye-talian restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without
>> clinking the spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and
>> my miniscule musical talents come from her side; we sang together
>> even though neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell.
>> She came to live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back
>> to college newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She
>> always thought of herself as a writer.
>> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
>> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
>> it. And now she's published.
>> Edrena
>>
>> For Mary, July 1998
>> Tragedy is endured
>> both the tremendous or the trivial.
>> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
>> but when God seems far away or cruel,
>> The trivial can be a tool.
>> When sanity's at risk,
>> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
>> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005

My sympathies to you at this time. It sounds as though you have some
wonderful memories to help soothe your soul.

Debbie

I'm sorry for your loss.

And thank you for posting the poem -- I love it -- especially the wish that
"your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp."

Anny

On Thu 18 Aug 2005 01:33:45p, The Joneses wrote in rec.food.cooking:

> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick.

Dear Edrena,

I'm so sorry for the loss of your mother. Having lost my mother some years
back, I understand the loss and the void. You had a wonderful relationship,
and it seems she had a wonderful life. You described a mother who had many
gifts to give you, and I know you will cherish them forever.

Warm regards...

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
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"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
>
So sorry to hear of your mother's death Edrena. I know what you are
feeling. My mom passed away Dec 23, 2002. She was 89 and
very ill. It was a blessing for her to go.

MoM

The Joneses wrote:

> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005

My condolences!

--
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In article >, The Joneses
> wrote:

> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.
> Edrena

You have my deepest sympathy, Edrena. Now I know why you'be been absent
from class. God rest her weary soul.
--
-Barb, <http://www.jamlady.eboard.com> 8/18/05, State Fair Foundation event --
a fun evening!

The Joneses wrote:
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
>

Now her toast will always be as crisp as she wants. The dining room
there is stellar.


jim

The Joneses wrote:
>> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005

This is beautiful.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Lisa Ann

The Joneses wrote:
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.

> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
>

I'm sorry.

Pastorio

Dear Edrena:

Please accept my condolences to you and your family for your loss.

Regards,

vkn
http://inspiringwords.blogspot.com

Condolences

Dear Edrena (I love that name....)
So sorry to learn of your dear mama's passsing. Please accept my
sincerest sympathies to you and those dear to you. I lost my dear mama
last month. Today is my birthday (and twin and DH) but it just doesn't
feel the same with out her sweet phonecall and carefully selected art
birthday cards.
A beautiful ode.
Love
Bronwyn

Dear Endrena,

I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my Mom thirteen years ago and your
tribute brought tears to my eyes for both you and me.

It will take a while but soon you will remember the good times and forget
all else.

She sure sounded like one heck of a lady.

Joyce

Melba's Jammin' wrote on 18 Aug 2005 in rec.food.cooking

> In article >, The Joneses
> > wrote:
>
> > Gentle friends:
> > Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.
> > Edrena
>
> You have my deepest sympathy, Edrena. Now I know why you'be been
> absent from class. God rest her weary soul.

Mine too.

--
The eyes are the mirrors....
But the ears...Ah the ears.
The ears keep the hat up.

"Joyce" > wrote in message
...
> Dear Endrena,
>
> I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my Mom thirteen years ago and your
> tribute brought tears to my eyes for both you and me.
>
> It will take a while but soon you will remember the good times and forget
> all else.
>
> She sure sounded like one heck of a lady.

What she said, Edrena. My condolences.

nancy

I'm very sorry for your loss, Edrena. Thank you for sharing a little
bit of your mom with us.

Chris

"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005

I'm so sorry, Edrena. What a lovely tribute to your mother. You have many
sweet memories to keep with you.

Dora
>

"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot.

I don't think there is anything more you can ask for.

The loss is usually ours not the ones who pass on.

Dimitri

The Joneses wrote:

> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.

Sorry to hear this, condolences on your loss.

B/

"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.

so sorry for your loss, Edrena. My thoughts are with you.

Kathi

"The Joneses" > wrote in message
...
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young. This
> last year has been twice that long and the last couple of months too
> quick. I feel she's at peace and hopefully in a better plane, probably
> barefoot. She introduced me to my first "foreign" food: an eye-talian
> restaurant. She taught me to stir my iced tea without clinking the
> spoon against the glass. She was the gardener first and my miniscule
> musical talents come from her side; we sang together even though
> neither of us could sing on key. She taught me to spell. She came to
> live near me after she went blind at 78. Mama went back to college
> newly blind and eventually racked up 33 credit hours. She always
> thought of herself as a writer.
> I thought you might be interested in this poem she wrote after her
> sister and roommate passed on several years ago. Yes, it has food in
> it. And now she's published.
> Edrena
>
> For Mary, July 1998
> Tragedy is endured
> both the tremendous or the trivial.
> Blessed are they who walk in hand with their diety,
> but when God seems far away or cruel,
> The trivial can be a tool.
> When sanity's at risk,
> May your pillow be soft -- and your toast crisp.
> ---N.R.S. 1917-2005
>==============

Awwwwwwwwwwwww. Very nice obit and poem. May she be forever at peace.


--
Syssi

The Joneses wrote:
>
> Gentle friends:
> Here's to my mum who passed away August 1 at 88 years young.

Edrena please accept my sincere condolences on the passing of your
Mum. From how you write about her, she sounds like she was a very
lovely woman!

Having good and loving parents are a blessing. My parents are in the
same age bracket and they've health problems as well. They've both
given me much and taught me more, and I love them more than I can find
words.

The Bible teaches that in the resurrection everyone will be raised
whole and with a new body. Look forward to that time! (1 Cor 15: 11 -
28, Rev 21: 1- 5)

In the meantime, remember all of the good stuff and know she loved
you!

Karen

"justme (Karen)" wrote:

> In the meantime, remember all of the good stuff and know she loved
> you!

Thanks to all my friends here, being part of such a community helps.
Love,
Edrena