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  • Recently I went through a lot of things. Some things were shoved in boxes after my mother died and my father was already gone.

    I "re-discovered" a book I had given my parents in 1977 when I was 23 years old. I was off on a life adventure and didn't have any money so would make them gifts. This picture is the cover of the book which is the Emerald City of Oz that I cross stitched on linen for the cover.

    I distinctly remember giving them the book. I had put many hours into it and felt I was handing them a treasure. The look on their faces was puzzlement. But, they did hang onto the book and so accepted it, I imagine, in the spirit it was given.
  • This is the introduction to the book:

    This book has no particular theme or continuity of ideas. Although I feel somehow, that after going through this book, one might discover a connecting theme in it. I leave that to the individual. As for myself, it is all just things I like, have thought about, or enjoyed reading or drawing, etc. it is a simple book - not intended to be sophisticated in any way. It is a book for the young at heart. The only qualification for reading it.
  • In the book are a few poems I wrote, but mostly writings of other people that I loved or was inspired by (long before Cowbird existed). Sometimes snippets of things like songs from old movies - one I saw again recently, "This property is Condemned" with Natalie Wood.

    "Wish me red roses and yellow balloons, and carousels whirling to gay dancing tunes. I want all these treasures, the most you can give, so sing me a rainbow, as long as you live." (Words by Astrude Gilberto)

    Here is you tube link to this lovely little song and movie clips. Or look under "Wish me a rainbow with Mary Badham."

    I have various little artworks in the book like leaf ink prints. All art here is done by me but sometimes copies of things I saw elsewhere.
  • Sometimes I have actual plants pasted in like in this favorite Zen story:

    "Son, if a man declined to accept a present made to him, to whom would it belong?"

    He answered, "In that case it would belong to the man who offered it."

    "My son," said the Buddha, "Thou has railed at me, but I decline to accept thy abuse, and request thee to keep it thyself. Will it not be a source of misery to thee? As the echo belongs to the sound, and the shadow to the substance, so misery will overtake the evil doer without fail."
  • There are a few pages of poems by Joan Walsh Anglund that are lovely little nuggets like:

    "Just outside my wisdom ...
    Are words that would answer everything."


    "Faith is the patient seamstress who mends our torn beliefs, who sews the seam of childhood trust and clips the threads of grief."


    "Thoughts, rest your wings, here is a hollow of silence, a nest of stillness.. In which to hatch your dreams."
  • This page has lovely words from Ann Sullivan. You can't touch the sun but you can feel the warmth ....
  • Two fun pages are children's Letters to God. Originally compiled by Eric Marshall and illustrated by Stuart Hample. I hand wrote and redrew a few here.

    "Dear God,
    Do you hear us pray to you? It must drive you crazy." - Charles

    "Dear God,
    Did you mean for giraffes to look like that, or was it an accident?" - Norma

    "Dear God,
    I know it says to turn the other cheek but what if your sister hit you in the eye?"- Love,Teresa

    And my personal favorite:

    "Dear God,
    Count me in." - your friend Herbie
  • And one of my favorite things in the book is some pictures of children clipped from a magazine and the song from Rogers and Hammerstein from the musical South Pacific.

    "You've got to be taught to hate and fear,
    You've got to be taught from year to year,
    It's got to be drummed in your dear little ear,
    You've got to be carefully taught."
  • There's a lot more in this book which gives me a lot of hope and comfort for mankind as I read the writings of others. Thanks for cruising down memory lane with me.

    "Some people curse God for putting thorns on roses. Others praise God for putting roses among thorns." (Anon)
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