Glimpses True and Pure
Prairie plays her violin and Lincoln, his cello with the choir at Grace Episcopal Church. This challenge was presented to the kids by our wise choir director who somehow manages to cajole people into extending themselves to do things they’ve never done before. For Prairie, that involved a lot of note reading and coordinating her music with a cello, piano and choir. For Lincoln, it meant composing a cello part where none existed. Kudos to Nancy for her vision and her way with people.
from home with love . . .
Wishing you were here . . .
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Lincoln, Rachel and Prairie take time to pose in mock-glare before they pulled our well. They are a bit . . . glum, that Sidney is not home to share their well-pulling woes.
They remember all too clearly, the hard labors of pulling the well 3 years ago . . .
From home with electric love . . .
Rachel learns just how dangerous and painful working with Daddy can be.
Shoulders protectively hunched, she is still smiling – after taking 120 volts.
From Memphis with Love . . .
Crude is the word, is the word, is the word
“It’s got groove, it’s got meaning.”
Last night, we sat side by side
eating dried mango slices
watching John Travolta dance
in that way only he can.
I have waited for the day
when you would be old enough
to test,
wondering if you would get it,
if you would see the world the way I do.
If you would walk that subtle line
where crudity would sometimes make you laugh
because laughing at our flaws lightens
the burden, strengthens us to be better people.
And other times, if crudity would disappoint you,
even as you tried to understand it and let it point you
towards a better way.
As we watched the story unfold,
I listened to your laugh, heard your critiques
and watched you parse the beauty and
ugliness,
your recognition of Heaven and smut bound in our DNA.
and his daughter he did deceive
“How fun! To bring order to HIS mess,”
she did believe.
Prairie Sings 