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to many fine folk since 1957

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Hoist The Colors

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I am a Blue Star Mother

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

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In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Monday
Apr042016

Laugh. Cry. All together now.

March -- whether viewed as a directive or merely a month -- turned out to be a singular challenge this year.

I feel as though all I've done since three-one-sixteen is grieve, cry, travel, rinse, repeat.

But there have been happy moments. There always are, scattered amongst the sad ones.

Then there are those times when, without planning to, you laugh and cry simultaneously. 

Let me tell you about one of them.

I hope when I'm done telling it I won't say to myself: Guess you had to be there -- about the time I read my readers' collective mind and it's saying: What is she on about now?

Oh well. You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take. So here goes.

Last December, early in the month, we learned that Greg's mother was not well.

Consequently, once the hols had concluded, and the winter proving warmer than usual all over the country, Greg and Andrew made a trip north to see Mom/Grandma.

A few weeks later, Erica and I made the same trip.

(Stephanie and Audrey had seen her in late summer and hoped to visit again. There wasn't time before their grandmother passed away.)

But at Christmastime, we wanted to make sure we were thoughtful of her. 

So it was that one December day when I was keeping an eye on Dagny and Audrey was out shopping, I asked my daughter to locate and purchase a specific item for my mother-in-law's Christmas. The gift was to be from me alone.

You should know about my mother-in-law that, throughout her ninety years, she was a tall, slender, handsome woman. Since she loved clothes was an excellent seamstress, she made many of her own stylish outfits.

She always looked lovely. The type of clothes she favored were classic, tailored but soft, and -- especially in winter -- warm.

Since I am partial to soft turtlenecks -- be they mock or the fold-over kind -- as layering pieces during cold weather, I wanted to get her one.

So I asked Audrey to go to a department store and find a turtleneck that looked dressy but comfortable, in a pretty color. I provided her with my debit card.

She promptly texted me photos of two separate tops. I chose the one I thought my mother-in-law would like the best: a soft mock-neck in a vibrant shade of raspberry.

I wrapped it up with a Christmas card just from me to her, and Greg took it to the post office.

The holidays came and went. Grandma got sicker. When Erica and I were with her in February, days before her ninetieth birthday and scarcely a month before her death, she wasn't dressing in much besides her robe over pajamas.

Also it was fairly warm there at the time -- not like a normal Northwest Ohio February at all. And so I never saw my mother-in-law wear the shirt I'd given her. Nor did the subject come up.

When the entire family assembled the first week in March at the house that seemed to be missing her too, the girls and I went into Grandma's bedroom one evening.

It was empty except for her dresser and a few side tables, and her cherished phonograph player with her vinyl LP collection. She loved to listen to records that reminded her of her youth.

Her bed had been disassembled and stowed in the basement when the hospice workers brought in a hospital bed. She'd gone to sleep for the final time in that bed, in the room where she'd slept for nearly sixty years.

But we girls turned our backs on the empty room and began rummaging through Grandma's closet. 

Don't look at us like that. It's not as though she was going to walk in and catch us. I'm still not sure why we did it except, for one thing, we wanted to see if she'd worn the things we'd sent her.

(Audrey had picked out a dressy sweatshirt for her grandmother's Christmas. Grandma loved cozy shirts.)

It wasn't long before Audrey located the sweatshirt, the one she'd chosen in a classy shade of plum. She said: I'm taking this back and I'm going to wear it.

I said, I would. I knew Grandma would want Audrey to have that shirt back, and to enjoy it. And I continued looking for the raspberry-colored mock-neck I'd sent.

Not finding the shirt, I worried that she hadn't liked it.

Meanwhile, earlier that day, Greg and Andrew had driven the mile to the funeral home to check on a few last-minute arrangements. The funeral director, Brian, beloved to all of us since Grandpa's passing five years ago, gestured toward the viewing room.

Mom is in here, he motioned. We chuckled about that later, and repeated it a lot during those few days. Mom is in here. We thought it was amusing that he called her Mom. But she loved him, so it was fitting.

We girls asked the guys how Mom looked, and especially what she was wearing. 

Something green and blue, was the answer. That's as specific as the menfolk were able to be. I couldn't think of what outfit that might be, but I knew my sister-in-law Ruth would have chosen something appropriate and beautiful for her mother, so I didn't think any more of it.

The day of the viewing came and throngs of relatives were assembled in the lobby of the funeral home.

Faithful sweet Brian -- who told us we are his favorite family and he hopes to never see any of us again, alive or dead -- indicated that it was time for Greg, Ron, and Ruth -- the children -- and the brothers' wives, to spend a few minutes with Mom privately before the viewing was opened to other family and friends.

And so we followed, and the five of us approached the casket. And I began to laugh and cry at the same time, and Greg looked at me funny and when I explained, he began to exhibit similar emotions.

Because Grandma wasn't wearing blue and green. Well -- she was wearing blue: a sedate but soft suede-cloth jacket in understated slate. And underneath, a nearly-new raspberry-colored mock-neck.

The one I'd given her. The one I couldn't find in her closet. She's wearing it still.

The top and jacket completed an outfit that featured a skirt containing the same berry-and-blue colors. A granddaughter told us that Grandma loved the mock-neck because it was the first time she'd had a shirt that coordinated perfectly with the jacket and skirt -- both of which she'd made with her own hands.

She'd worn the top with the skirt once, and even twirled a bit in delight at the way it matched. Best of all, it was so warm. 

Sometimes things just fall into place.

Eventually we made the long trip home and began to feel normal again. March did what it does: marches.

But before it marched out, I learned that a dear lifelong friend had passed away suddenly.

Greg and I attended her funeral last week, in Atlanta. I miss her so much.

At my mother-in-law's graveside the family lifted our voices into the balmy, windy day and sang a verse of It Is Well With My Soul:

When peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say

It is well, it is well with my soul.

I know it is well with my mother-in-law's soul, and with my friend's soul too. And although I wept my way through March, this knowledge makes me happy. I'll be laughing before you can say April showers bring May flowers.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday :: Happy April

Reader Comments (11)

The somber sadness of departure and the smiles of remembrance - you capture the essence in your words and photos, Jenny. To send your mother-in-law on her final journey in your gift was a special tribute. I had to smile and cry a little, too. I hope your April is full of laughter and life. Hugs from CO.

April 4, 2016 | Unregistered CommenterBarb

@Barb ... It was a special moment, one I'll never forget. Can you tell I love hearses? Haahaha. xoxo

April 4, 2016 | Registered CommenterJennifer

So very touching, Jenny. You have such a wonderful way with words. I had a feeling there for a few moments that Mom/Grandma would be wearing your gift. It's also very inspiring that y'all were able to sing that verse of one of my very favorite hymns, and isn't it wonderful when we know all is well with our loved ones souls. I'm so sorry you lost a very good friend, also.

When our mother became ill, she told me the dress she wanted to be buried in, and wouldn't you know I could not find that dress. Our brother was dressed in one of his cowboy shirts, and Dad the shirt that we could hardly ever get it off to wash it. So, in those I felt okay with.

I think we all have the tendency to find things to smile about amidst our sadness, and that's perfectly okay. Love to you, sweet Jenny. To better days ahead/
xoxo

April 4, 2016 | Unregistered Commentersally

@Sally ... thank you for your kind words, my friend. I'm sorry you couldn't find your mother's dress. At such times we want to do everything we can to honor them. And that's as it should be. xoxo

April 4, 2016 | Registered CommenterJennifer

You have such a gift! These photos are a snapshot of time, making a somber time beautiful in it's own way. I had to laugh and cry a little when you revealed she was wearing your gift. To know she enjoyed it and that it was the last thing she used is special indeed.
I'm sorry for your month of sorrow - the loss of 2 dear people. To know "it is well with their souls" is such a blessing. That is one of my very favorite songs.
Those photo's of Dagny with her little hand on TG's shoulder? Just precious!

April 4, 2016 | Unregistered CommenterMari

@Mari ... I wish you could have seen Dagny that day. She brings such joy to every situation. And there are few places she'd rather be than her papaw's arms! Thank you for liking my pictures. I love funeral photography. There's nothing else like it in the world. xoxo

April 4, 2016 | Registered CommenterJennifer

You have indeed had a difficult March, it must be the time of year, it's been much of the same here. Looking forward to April's blossoms, as soon as our snow goes away.

April 5, 2016 | Unregistered Commenterirene

@Irene ... April can hardly be worse (I hope) so I guess the only way we can go is up. Like the flowers. xoxo dear Irene.

April 5, 2016 | Registered CommenterJennifer

Just so beautifully written Miss Jenny....Sending prayers and hugs for you all...you were loved.
((((HUG))))

April 6, 2016 | Unregistered CommenterDonna (Texas)

What a great post!!! I hope you got a photo of Mom in her pretty turtle-neck and skirt and jacket. i used to think it was macabre to take a photo of the loved one in their casket, but in the last few years, I have always asked the funeral director to do it for me and I really cherish those photos. I wish I had one of my Mother, of course, back when she died, I would have had to have the roll of film developed and probably freaked out the photo company!! One of my favorite hymns--we sang it at Fred's funeral and there are times/days when I whisper those words to myself--"Thank you, God. It is well with my soul."

April 11, 2016 | Unregistered CommenterJudy Miller

@Donna ... thanks my friend for your prayers and support in recent days. xoxo

@Judy ... I didn't get a casket picture this time, although I'm not averse to it. I never go to a funeral without the camera. Thanks for dropping by, and for your kind words. xoxo

April 12, 2016 | Registered CommenterJennifer

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