2014/03/07

time machine

Filed under: family,time machine — WmX @ 09:26

mother reading animals to her daughter
Found this cut down contact print, slightly larger than a postage stamp, my mom reading about animals to my sister in 1953.

2014/02/25

family

Filed under: family,heart — WmX @ 14:01

bill emory and sam coale
EG’s tribe gathered, from Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, Washington State, Florida, Mexico, Massachusetts, Kentucky, Illinois,
from Fredericksburg, Charlottesville, Richmond, Warrenton, Marshall, Brooklyn, from the other side. Very sweet couple of days.
Train whistles, crows, a bluff over the James River, special grave dirt, wonderful clergy,
cellist from the Richmond Symphony.
Emma read a poem. Gary and Sam spoke to EG’s character, Ned, Weezie and Scott read from the Bible.

2014/02/23

day of rest

Filed under: family — WmX @ 11:02

_A014163-whe-hollywood-stone

2014/02/22

mother to her daughter

Filed under: family,heart — WmX @ 13:05

K454C2-EGE-MILLENBECK-RD
A MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER
What will you take from me
For your wayfaring?
What shall I have to give
You would be sharing?

When you are lonely,
Travelling long,
When your feet falter
You will need song.

Music to march by,
Silver and gold,
Fire for warming you
If it be cold;

These things will comfort you,
Carry you far
On the road you are going.
But if a star

Tempt you to follow,
Wings will be needed,
Wings for your flying,
Strong, unimpeded.

These I have fashioned
From pinions of light,
Caught as they fell
From a swift bird in flight.

I give you for courage
A light heart that sings,
And I who have never flown,
Give you my wings.–Emma Gray Trigg

2014/02/18

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

Filed under: family — WmX @ 01:16

1968 maggie belle nan bill ege
one of the chromes. 1968.

2014/02/17

Continuity

Filed under: family — WmX @ 06:15

Emma Gray Trigg 1940

EMMA GRAY TRIGG
RlCHMOND, VIRGINIA
Twelve Years

Christmas Play, ’37; Posture Committee, ’38;
The Piper, ’38; Board of Publications, ’38, ’39,
’40; Library Tea, ’39; Arcade Committee, ’39;
Library Committee, ’40; Head of George Washington
Ball, ’40; Senior Play, ’40; Glee Club, ’40;

Enjoys punning at its best
Musician
Must have tennis
And she “swims with a vim”
Great amount of common sense
Regards life in proportion
Alert
Yarns galore
Tries harmony to any tune
Rarely perturbed
Interested in the arts
Gracious
Generally going to Casanova

2014/02/16

Day of Rest

Filed under: family,weather — WmX @ 11:01

treeline near Orange VA

Deep Snow
The dead might wake into a world like this,

And know its white lost ecstasy their own.

I am a stranger wearing flesh and bone,

Peering beyond my dusty chrysalis.

No scent or sound invades the integrity

Of peace beneath the ermined thatch of pine.

Nor whir of wing, nor quick heart-beat of mine

Shall spill the cradled silence from a tree.

No God of Sinai shatters the timeless pause

With “Thou shalt not.”
But from each holy bush

Love speaks, articulate in this white hush.

Here life and death may meet, obeying new laws,

And mingling as easily as flake with flake.

Into a world like this the dead might wake.–Emma Gray Trigg

2014/02/13

Palmer Hall

Filed under: architecture,family — WmX @ 13:37

built in 1911

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND
The congregation of St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church was officially organized in 1911
under the guidance of Rev. Zebulon S. Farland. That same year a simple brick chapel was
erected near the end of Grove Avenue to house the group. As the neighborhood near the
church grew, so did the congregation; thus in 1921 planning for a larger structure was
underway. A lot west of the chapel, at the corner of Grove Avenue and Three Chopt Road,
was purchased. The same year Rev. Giles B. Palmer assumed the duties of rector , which
included overseeing the construction of a new building.–VADHR

This the place where my mother’s memorial service will be held February 22, 2014.

2014/02/09

day of rest

Filed under: family,God,heart — WmX @ 18:16

granny and dad by emma emory
We seem to give them back to you, O God, who gave them to us. 
Yet as you did not lose them in giving, so we do not lose them by their return. 
Not as the world gives do you give, O Lover of souls. 
What you give you take not away, for what is yours is ours also if we are yours.
And life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only an horizon,
and an horizon is nothing, save the limit of our sight. 
Lift us up, strong Son of God, that we may see further; 
cleanse our eyes that we may see more clearly; 
draw us closer to yourself that we may know ourselves to be nearer our
loved ones who are with you.
And while you do prepare a place for us, prepare us also for that happy place,
that where you are, we may be also for evermore.–Fr Bede Jarrett O.P. (order of preachers)

It Is Well (With My Soul)
It Is Well (With My Soul) performed and used here courtesy of my friend David Ezell.

Resting in Peace, Emma Gray Emory, born June 18, 1922. Died February 8, 2014.
This photo taken by her grand-daughter, Emma, February 3, 2014.

2013/12/23

Emma Gray

Filed under: family — WmX @ 09:27

3 emma grays
December 25, 1976. My mom, sister and grandmother, long long ago.

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