My Uncle John died yesterday, making me wonder if Aunt Helen
can live without him. Both were/are in their mid 90s. They lived long, healthy,
happy lives and were blessed with five children, and I don’t know how many
grandchildren and great grandchildren.
My uncle preformed my marriage in the Seattle temple and
gave me my patriarchal blessing. (Don’t know what that is? Call a Mormon
missionary. He/she will be happy to talk to you.) My Aunt Helen always called
me “pal”, and helped me make a quilt that I gave to my husband as a wedding
present.
They had a garden, and a cow, and a house on several acres.
At one time, they lived in white Victorian that backed onto a river. Sometime
back in the 60s or 70s, they built a house across the street, and they have
been there ever since. Until now.
I’m thinking about them today, and this poem. (It’s one of
my favorites.)
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
I loved e.e. cummings in my English classes. You've reminded me why. Thanks and I'm sorry for your loss.
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