that time should be
So rich yet fugitive a pageantry.

forsake it then and with us fly
Into the past where nothing now can die:
Where even the young and lovely, old and staid
Live on unchanged - of purest fantasy made.

Prologue - W. de la Mare

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not    #54

#54, used all 5 colors, sketch
. Evidence: punched circles, polka dots, text pattern, music pattern, tea cup accent.
 Testimony: journaling inspired by the quote by E. Roosevelt,used inspiration words, written on the page opposite the layout as this is going in my Grandmother's book.

"Today, Jan. 16, 2010 - After a long morning researching family history, you and I were feeling the need for a hot drink. Of course it had to be tea! And it had to be served in the precious teacups that once belonged to the woman whose life we had spent hours on trying to piece together. We cleared a space on our worktable for the tea things. It seemed necessary to place her old tea tin from Russia, that had miraculously survived through the years, next to the cups. You poured the tea. We looked at the tableau and quickly snapped photos as the steam rising from the cups was visible in the light from the window. We felt her "presence."
Today, Jan.16, 2013 - 3 years have gone by, so much learned, so much still unknown. My Grandmother truly was a strong woman. Dead infants, two husbands who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, language barriers, poverty, social stigma. Tested, she emerged from the "hot water" again and again, propelled by a strength I can barely comprehend."
The photos are of her teaset, which she purchased from a traveling peddler and paid 10 cents a week for. The set is painted with a lovely vine of pink roses, yellow daisies and blue forget me nots. And that is my Grandmother in 1937.

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