Showing posts with label Uncle Frank. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Uncle Frank. Show all posts

Friday, January 23, 2015

5 on Friday -- Set 256




Spinning Friday tunes since 2010...

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In memory of my Uncle Frank, who passed away on Wednesday, January 21st, 2015, here's a set of traditional bluegrass and Appalachian music for a Virginia mountain man and gentle giant.

That's my mom giving her brother-in-law the classic Meuse sisters cheek squeeze in the early 80s. My grandma, originally a Meuse, and all of her sisters -- and possibly all female ancestors from this line -- were unrivaled cheek squeezers.

Usually he was too tall to have to worry about that too much. Ha ha!



1 - Wandering Boy - Adam Hurt 







2 - Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver 






3 - Keep on the Sunny Side - The Carter Family 






4 - Tis Sweet to Be Remembered - Flatt and Scruggs 







5 - In the Sweet By and By - Bluegrass Martins 





Sunday, January 18, 2009

Poetry Train Monday - 84 - I Found Myself Crying








My Aunt Sheila was also my godmother, and we had a very tender, very precious relationship. The ring she wore in the picture below was her anniversary ring, and she left it to me, which was a hard thing to put on my finger once it was mine.

But she wore it every day, and so I wore it every day. I got over the pain in my heart when I looked down on my hand and saw her ring there, and grew to love its daily presence in my life. Shining at me as her love shone always for me.

I'm having the claws repaired at the moment, and I miss its weight on my hand. Her family in Virginia - her husband's people - miss their contact with my aunt's people - we here in Nova Scotia. My mom still writes to them, and this Christmas she received a card and letter from Aunt Sheila's sister-in-law, Marge.

I've turned her letter into this next effort in my found poetry series.


















I Found Myself Crying


Paulette
Hi
Was sitting here waiting on your card
I knew it would come
So how's everyone?

Around here about the same
I've still got my head thing
Can't even spell it
You know what I'm talking about

I never see Frank much

He moved and
Doesn't come by much

It's a long story

Paulette
I miss Sheila
...still...
I found myself crying, few days ago

So
How's Warren?
He called me way, way back
Not heard anything from him
How's Louie? And Charlie?
Nice family
I'll not forget you all
Never

For you and brothers were so sweet
When you all came on
Such a
Sad
Occasion

My kids are well
...but I feel good...
But age gets away with us

Paulette

Hope you all had a nice holiday
Keep in touch
I've got a B-day on Jan. 27
Born in '41
Guess I'm getting old

Paulette

Tell your children
A great hello
And hope you all could
Come down and see Sheila's grave

Frank got her tombstone

For the grave

So
Take care

And love you all

- Marge, Dec. 2008













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