And now the purple dust of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky, the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights dreaming of a song
That melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song
Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells its fairy tale
of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
my stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
...A union was formed on May 31, 1941 that had eternal ramifications, starting a beautiful family with Richard, Michael and Suzy. Harriett and Ed's legacy lives on in their children's families...
Granma, it was so good to be near you on Memorial Day at the cemetary. It was a beautiful day and there was a ceremony with flags and rifles and someone reading off the names of the US Veterans there at St. Joseph's. It was a nice backdrop, as I tenderly turned up the earth at your grave to give way to the new life of the flowers. I miss you so badly it hurts.
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Ohhh Jayme that was beautiful...You just made me cry!! Thanks for taking me back to some pretty happy times in my childhood :)
I love you!!
~A~
Wow! This takes me back... its amazing the details I still remember
Love ya
-b
Jayme-Your pictures ambushed my heart! I felt a lump in my throat when I saw the grave stone, but I was just there on Monday, so it was ok. But then I saw the words to Stardust next to it and began losing my control. Reading the lyrics with the grave as a backdrop was heartwrentching for me. Then with each picture driving towards her house down Ford St.-- at first fuzzy in my recognition,then total recall--my throat tightened. When I saw the front of the house, I wanted to sob, but held it in because I had just seen that picture three days ago. The place where I had to run out of the room and shut myself in the bathroom and compose myself was the sight of the back of the house. I saw her standing on the stoop, smiling. I smelled spaghetti wafting from the kitchen screen door. I heard her favorite Spanish guitar music splashing over everything as it vibrated through the house. I saw her vegetable garden on the left, her flower garden on the right. I saw Chiqui and Sandy romping in the grass. You brought me home for a nano-second.
A picture is worth a thousand words, yes...and thousands of memories. Thank you for your tribute to my parent's anniversary. Thank you for caring so much!
I love you,
Mom
In my mind I can hear"Stardust"
playing in the background,and I see my mom and dad holding one another tight,dancing,gazing into
each others eyes,and the unspoken words pounding from their hearts
"I LOVE YOU"
Jayme, I appreciate you for bringing some of the past back to mind and heart,and thank you for the memory I can only imagine.
I love you,
Uncle Mike
It's only been in the last couple of years that I've been able to drive back there. I remember so vividly our last visit to say goodbye to that wonderful place, each room, closing the door on so many fun times. Even now I get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I too can remember the sounds and the smells. . .I just close my eyes and I'm there. It was just yesterday wasn't it?
I think Josh went with me the first time I went back; he wishes he had known Granma and I think he feels he does a bit from listening to our beautiful memories. How I wish that she had been able to meet my soul mate and hold my precious children. How she would have loved them.
I think the last time I went back was last memorial day after visiting the cemetary, (it just seems appropriate to go then. This year I was in too much of a hurry to get home,) so I recognized your pictures immediately. I am happy that the new family is taking better care of it, But it's still hard to think of someone else's family there. I carry constant memories and wear them about me like a favorite, worn out garment.
I remember spending the night and waking up between the crisp clean sheets that always smelled so good. Breakfast would often be cream of wheat with peanut butter swirled around and melting in the hot cereal. And then of course were the makeovers when Granma would set my hair in curlers and inevitably give me a glamorous do from the 40s with the curls just so on my forehead. Then she would get out the camera and start posing me in dramatic poses, (you wonder where Bronwen gets it, well she comes by it naturally!) I felt like a movie starlet.
It was good to go back again, this time with your tribute. The tears which came when I first read this and are here once more as I write are necessary to cleanse the soul. And I daresay that there are several other brighter, recently cleansed who visited and traveled back into time. Ahh, such a time!
I love you sister. I love you for so many reasons, but also because you are so much like Granma.
you are almost done with work!!! yay!
love you
-b
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