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ONE SUMMER

One Summer

[Grandma Longo :1874-1947]

She walked in slow motion
with the soft summer breeze
black cotton dress swaying
past her knees
strands of white and yellow hair
floating gently n the air
the ponies had come that day
grandma was blind
I took her by the hand
and she showed me the way

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I lost the only grandmother I ever knew long ago but I can still picture her and hear her voice in my mind. Thanks for bringing her memory back to me again........stan

I was 5 years old when Grandma died. She was my mother's mother/ I was raised with my paternal grandparents, Grandma Longo would visit us after she spent time with my Aunt Mary and my 4 cousins/She would walk across the street with that same walk. Grandma Longo used to walk me to the corner when the ponies made their rounds across the avenue.

Gandma spoke only Neapolitan and understood no English My paternal grandmother was from Calabria and neither understood the dialect of the other. My mother was the ""interpreter". That is where I learned both Italian dialects.

When grandma passed away , my mom dressed me in a hand-me-down suit [my brother] short pants. white shirt with wide collar opened wide over the lapel of the jacket [also short sleeve Man was I ever an Adonis...lol Sh took me to the funeral parlor and told me to sit in a chair and NOT TO MOVE
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My last memory of grandma was a side glance at the casket..

thanks ,Joe
BTW my maternal grandfather died in 1940 before I was born, [1867=1940] There are so many things that I want to tell about growing up ////but this disease has stolen my ablity tow write much.

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Grandma can see everything now and still holds out her hand to guide you,
there in a place I will visit one day
another Angel holds the sway
I only need to listen to her
Yours Ian..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

A priest told me that from what he's leaned from near death experience, there is NO LOVE, NO HATE AND WE IN HIS WORLD ARE FORGOTTEN.

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how true the priest be blessed too

once i read a last summary
by a priest ere he died

he had said some what like this

I have preached god's wisdom
all my life
in his everlasting presence
to keep and help you maintain
your sanity
but now that I too am going
I have yet to come across
who can look after the blood pressure
of 7.5 billions or so ( then maybe one less)

but now that I am about to go
I'd love to bless you too
remember me
only after I have left you.
praise me
don't curse me
I had a family to look after
like all of you

It is sad to think that all love is broken, and we no longer "belong" to our family. Sounds like a neutral existence. Love is the ultimate good. I didn't like the image the priest described; but, then again,, we have no choices and follow the way with the rest ol the human race, I cannot fathom the absence of love and never to know my family as I did.

joe

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when we go away
we won't ever know
those who r left behind
will do
or may remember us
if towards
the end we made no fuss

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