Kiss their foreheads.... please.
I narrowed down my love for the show to a few key points.
a. a comittment between ma and Pa that could withstand, everything.
b. An honest look at not having everything, but feeling as if you had it all.
c. Family that never gave up on each other, through the hardest times they knew, without eachother they would fail.
d. Laughter and a keen sense of humor, mixed with fair share of heartache makes for interesting company.
e. Gratitude is never achieved by having it all.
These two very handsome people are my grandparents. My Mothers parents. Alice-and Joe.
This was, by my brothers account somewhere in the late 40's.
My Nana was one of four sisters that were all beautiful. Not just a bunch of pretty girls, but the Beautiful Burke sisters.
A blonde, brunette, redhead, and one with dark near black hair. look at her dress, her hair, her smile. What a pair.
He was stationed in the Aleutian islands off the Alaskan coast for two years during WWII. She was home with two small kids- with her sisters and parents caring for things at home.
Somewhere I heard that the sisters would go to womens homes and help them get their babies rooms painted, wallpapered and cleaned and ready for arrival. They were decorating kind of ladies. But sewed their drapes and curtains, hand washed their clothes and ironed everynight.
I remember going with my Nana to clean the church with the ladies of the Altar and Rosary Society at church.
My Pop had a limp. I dont know why,he just always did, and walked with a cane. I dont ever remember asking or caring. He could move pretty fast though, and boy he could get a job done, waving that cane around directing what should be done first, then on to the next job to be completed.
He sang to us, told stories and never had a cross word or raised his voice.
A kind and generous sweet man.
I love these pictures. I try to look at the details of their hands, fingers, clothes, the background.....
to try and find the secret...
The secret to their apparent happiness.
How do you take a picture sitting on someones porch and look so darn content with life?
How did ma and pa Ingalls get it right? How did Nana and Pop Trevethan get it so right?
I remember one summer night after my Pop died, sleeping with my nana. I was 15 or 16. She started to cry. She said she missed my pop. Her life just wasnt "right" without him. She said she would be happy to go to heaven to be with him someday. This made me cry. Thinking of life without her. She didnt WANT to die, she was just saying she would be happy again to be with her Joe. I knew then what their Love was.
Their Love was something I wanted someday.
Would I know this Love if I had it?
Do I have it?
Did I have it?
Will I know it if I have it?
Did they know they had it?
Do you have it?
Can you find it, if you dont have it now?
Is there only one?
My Mom had it, she still has it, 6 years later she has it. I know if I asked her she would say the same thing my nana said so long ago. She will be ok to go with my Dad when its time. I dread that day for me and my children and my family. I would never ask her, for fear to hear those words.
I want Love to reach around and hold your shoulder, pull you in close and give you the everything is going to be ok squeeze.
When you reach for your Love, they should be reaching back to you.
A knwing hand to hold, a generous and waiting kiss on the head.
A whisper when you are sleeping that you are their Love when no one else can hear them.
I want these things for my children. To truly be loved and love someone more than yourself is...
lifechanging.
heart stopping.
moment in time from 70 years ago that makes you say...
"Geeez, thats a goood thing right there, I can see it."
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