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Tribute to a Friend

The Importance of Friendship

Long time friends, childhood friends, best friends, far away friends, friends and neighbors of years past and passed-  there are many degrees and types of friendship. Friends can see you through all kinds of situations and experiences.

And we have virtual friends -you may not meet in person but with whom you have a connection, a blogging friend, or someone with a shared interest..

I ‘m fortunate to have received real mail in my mailbox-  birthday cards and also texts on devices and phone calls from other friends.

This Friday (the fourth) I’m celebrating my birthday so it’s good to feel their friendship in a variety of ways. You can eat together, laugh together, cry together, provide mutual support.  Be a friend to have one, it’s true.

One friend sent a tea bag in a fabric envelope with a little verse. (thanks Donna).

Yes, it is good to have friends.

 

 

birthday cards in the mail

Loss of a Blogging Friend

 

This morning I read a post by  Stuart, a blogging friend’s husband (of 45 years) who told of Christine’s sudden passing. A virtual friend from the blogging community.  The first comment Christine wrote on my blog was in 2011- when we “met”  so it has been a nice exchange of good words and photographs. She was an excellent photographer and lived near the beach in Australia so her photographs show another part of the world.

One doesn’t really know what to do when someone passes.  Takes time to digest the sad news.  And then the missing begins……….

Two members of the wordpress community , blogging friends, wrote tributes,  beautiful blog posts, to Christine in response to her passing-
click to see Jo’s A Walk for Christine or Madhu’s Farewell Dear Friend blog with photographs and words in memory of Christine.


“I Dug Up the Iris” by Guest Poet Liane Ellison Norman- on Dorothy’s Birthday

“I Dug Up the Iris” by Guest Poet Liane Ellison Norman

I Dug Up the Iris

in Dorothy’s garden
to plant in the soaked

soil of mine, memorial
to her each spring

when they’ll open
complicated ruffles

and flourishes, purple
or blue with speckled

throats. They’ll rise
out of rhizomes

sprawling at soil’s
surface like the joints

of my old  hands
anchoring the tall

stalks and frilly petals.
This morning

in the brief breath
of cool I dug shallow

trenches for this legacy,
this pantry of pollens

the bees prospect,
insects with lives

beyond what the mere
gardener knows.

Liane Ellison Norman, a Madwoman in the Attic, has published two books of poetry, The Duration of Grief and Keep (www.smokeandmirrorspress.com). She has published poems in 5AM, Kestrel, North American Review, Grasslimb, Rune, Voices from the Attic anthologies and the Pittsburgh Post Gazette. Her poem “What There’d Been” won the Wisteria Prize in 2006 from Paper Journey Press.     reblogged On the occasion of the birthday of poet Dorothy Holley  http://rutheh.com/tag/dorothy-holley-poet/


This Book ©1958 Cost $1.75 and Says a Lot About Friendship!

A Friend is Someone Who Likes You.  (by Joan Walsh Anglund)

Can’t show you the sweet images inside as they’re copyrighted  but it’s all about how lovely it is to have a friend.

I took the book to school  in 1961 and the teacher, Miss Grace E. Wagner, inscribed it after I shared it.

A good friend is to be cherished.

You may not see your friend all the time, live far away, but when you’re together it is as if all the time between melts and you pick up where you left off.

Your good friend “gets you”, accepts you, and loves you, no matter what.  And you love them right back!

Life events, milestones, heartaches, joys, loss and laughter.   Sometimes all in the same moment.  These are shared, celebrated or in the case of grief you  keep one another in your hearts.    Carefully.   Remembering.    With gratitude.   And  much love.

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A Friend is Someone Who LIkes You

 

for my longtime friend – I love you.         Happy Birthday!    

Friendship since childhood“And the greatest of these is love………….”


The Trees Sue’s Dad Had the City Plant, 35 Years Ago

Yesterday Sue commented on the new tulip tree being planted in front of my house. She told how her father had the city plant trees up and down her street, thirty five years ago, and how they were a memorial to him. He was featured on the blog for a Veteran’s Day post- Martin H. Cooper.

Today I was driving by her street on my way home from the Waterfront. Took two cell shots of his trees. Thanks Sue for your good words on the blog.

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A Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Aunt and Friend- Remembering Theresa

Theresa Simok McDonald. 

She is going to be sorely missed.  Wednesday and Thursday the family gathered in at Aunt Linda’s and Uncle Frank’s house.  One neighbor next door brought over nut horns and apricot and cherry cookies, and the neighbor on the other side brought a Jell-o salad.   There was ham and bean soup and a tray of baked stuffed shells, haluski, a chicken, hoagies from the Triangle Bar and lots of salad and fruit.  There was laughter and tears and stories and sifting through the pictures of growing up.  A round of hugs and kisses and fresh tears at every greeting and farewell.   The family drove in from Ohio this afternoon.  Doing schoolwork at the kitchen table, the little ones watching a dinosaur movie in the family room.  Aunt Linda making everyone welcome with food and drink and hospitality.

A wonderful woman Allison at the Waterfront COSTCO printed an 8×10 memorial portrait just before closing time.

Friday the family will gather together at the  Memorial Service.

Family and friends will be received from 10- 11:30 a.m. on Friday at the THOMAS L. NIED FUNERAL HOME, INC., 7441 Washington St., Swissvale. A Blessing Service will be held at the funeral home on Friday morning at 11 a.m.
http://www.niedfuneralhome.com 
Send condolences at post-gazette.com/gb

Theresa,  the sister of my daughter-in-law Erika’s mother, Marlene.

Theresa had a great sense of humor and a beautiful spirit. She adored her granddaughter.  And one thing about Theresa,  she spoke her mind!

Didn’t mind if you didn’t agree with her point of view.  She’d present strong arguments for her stance.

Love and sympathy to all who loved her – dear daughters Shannon and Jaclyn and to her dear granddaughter Parker Rose.

And to her sweet sisters Linda, Marlene and Georgeann.  Rest in Peace, Theresa.

 

Ready to go to the wedding. Mother of the Bride Theresa

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The Four Sisters Picture   L to R  Georgeann, Linda, Marlene and Theresa

at Jaclyn and Mike’s wedding

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I love this photograph.  Don’t know who took it.    Left to Right-  Theresa, The Four Sisters’Mother Marion, Linda the Bride, Marlene and Georgeann

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Growing Up-   Mother Marion with Linda in the middle and Theresa on the left and Marlene on the right

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I took this one at Erika and Mark’s home

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Theresa with her daughters, Jaclyn and Shannon293433_1947228325903_3142736_n

With Granddaughter Parker Rose at her baptism.

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Olga Melynchek Muraska’s Nut Horn Recipe Baked by her Daughter

My cell rang as I was in the check out at Giant Eagle. I was buying cheese and crackers and Clementines for the Photography Class reception that started in a little over an hour. Marianne said that she was baking her mother’s recipe for nut horns right then if I wanted to photograph them.  She had made the dough the night before and refrigerated it.

I looked at the time. It was 4:44.

I was in the South Side but figured I could drive to the West End and then make it to the North Side for the last class/reception.

Make the dough the night before and refrigerate

Confectioner's sugar!

When I got there she had three pans of the cookies in different stages, just like a cooking show.

I started shooting to tell the story of the making of her mother’s recipe.  I was amazed to find out that is confectioner’s sugar on the board where she rolls them out.  Not flour!

The recipe says Nut Crescents but Olga always called them Nut Horns.

Marianne gave me a half dozen in a ziploc bag. Delicious.  Remembering Christmases past.

Here is the recipe.

Remembering Olga link.


Remembering My Friend’s Mother- Olga Melynchek Muraska

Today’s post is in loving memory of my friend’s mother, Olga Melynchek Muraska.  Born 11-29-1921 – Died 6-27-2011.  She was always so good to my children and me.  And her homemade pierogies were the best!  I took some photos of classic photos her daughter Marianne compiled for the memory collage when she was putting them together at her house the other night.  I asked if I could make a tribute to her mother’s memory on the blog and she said that was fine. I took the more recent one at a Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast a few years ago. You can see her downtown and as a bride. She had a smile for everyone and was working well into her eighties.  An amazing hard working woman who loved wholeheartedly. 

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Poets House New York City & Remembering a Friend

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from the archives-   Found a special poetry book on the shelf in Poets House in New York City- Dorothy Holley’s Dream Quartet.    Dorothy Holley was born 88 years ago today- May 15th.  The poetry community of Pittsburgh misses her greatly.

I filmed a video of Dorothy reading her poetry in 2005, Quart Jar Poet.  She was an inspiration, publishing her first book at age 82 and then three more books to follow. Here are a couple photos from Poets House.  From the inside you look out onto the Hudson River.  You can listen to Dorothy reading some of her poetry on YouTube, filmed by Barb Alsko, if you put in her name in the search.  She was a good friend to me.  I miss having tea with her.   She kept a beautiful garden. Her iris are growing and blooming at Liane’s these days.  Click here for last year’s postto remember Dorothy.


Mother Mary- Springtime NYC

Someone placed a bouquet in the crook of her arm.   Today’s post remembers friend and poet Christina Murdock who passed one year ago today, a week short of her thirtieth birthday.

from Let it Be by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.


Bob Patak Remembered

Steve picked me up from school. We drove over to Shadyside.  He asked me to take a photo of Bob’s store, Shadyside Mining Company, as a tribute to his friend who passed away last Saturday night.  The beautiful bouquet lovingly tucked in the door made me cry.  Went to buy a Post-Gazette at Rite-Aid but they were all gone. The young woman at Jitters Cafe and Ice Cream on Walnut and Ivy let me have the page with Bob’s obit(click) to put at his store so people could read the arrangements.  Another friend, Ellen, came over from Talbot’s. She was wearing a stunning necklace that Bob designed. She told us about the bench across the street  from the store where he used to sit.  Steve and Rich and Bob and Ash used to play some mean tennis.Scroll down to see a photo @ Cappy’s last March of Doug, Steve, Rich, and Bob on the right in the group photo.

You can see the sandwich sign he used to put out on the sidewalk.


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