The Elders are leaving us to figure shit out on our own. Handing off the keys.
My friend and neighbor passed away around 3 in the morning. Ninety-one years old this past January, Joyce was fiercely independent. Lived alone and took her '93 Cadillac out almost daily.
She despised the rancid clown currently despoiling the White House and we'd start each day with a phone call relaying what we'd heard or read and have a cackle about what we'd do to him, given half a chance.
Also this week, Mary McBride left us. Mary was the founder and director of Focus On Fiber, Florida Style. FOF was a retreat for textile artists held at the Atlantic Center for the Arts in New Smyrna Beach FL.
Over the years, I was fortunate to attend several of these retreats where the core of most my major textile pieces began and the first 35K of my novel fell into place. The time, space, and pampering that Mary coordinated made all the difference for my creative trajectory. The Bronx ever in her heart, she was a bold original.
I will miss them both.
4 comments:
So sorry to hear of your neighbors passing. I am sure you miss her terribly.
Also thanks for sharing about Mary Mc Bride, I also attended those fiber art retreats. They were awesome inspiring events that she put on and the enthusiasm she brought made them extra special.
Take care, Mary K
remembering those you have lost ... such bittersweet sadness
and your memory of morning phonecalls brought to mind A Clockwork Orange ... who wouldn't want to reprogram the orange pretender to the throne
May their memories be a blessing ❤️
I recall the ambulances for husband and the neighbors at the end of their driveways.....wearing their hearts on their faces.
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