I wonder about unexpected run ins....

I wonder if Abbie knows that I remember the pain she suffered from this hurtful time in that friendship....I pray it's a new beginning for you.

I wonder what an enormous task sorting through all my "stuff", trying to label "who, what, when, and where as my daughters suggested........

I wonder at the treasures I am coming across...my mothers high school sociology text book...all her handwritten notes about the teacher...who would become her husband, my father.

her handwritten poem in the back of the book..

My Symphony

To live content with small means.
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion.
To be worthy not respectable,
and wealthy not rich.
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently,
act frankly, to listen to stars, birds, babes,
and sages with open heart, to bear all cheerfully,
do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.

Author: Wm.Henry Channing