A Time For Everything.....

I don't remember growing older, when did she?  This is my youngest child standing next to the Freedom Wall in our hometown.  She has her high school senior sway on and is dreaming of moving into the next stage of her life. 

Stuck on Borrowing

found this at Sweet Cottage Dreams.....in my quest of blogging.  I'm wondering where bloggers have found all of their neat pictures?  How do they have time to create all types of neat collectibles and blog? 

Something Borrowed

Recently, two dear members of our church parish passed from this life.  Both are missed dearly. 

First was Lamonte H. Tupper, II (1921 - 2009).  He paid special attention to vistors at Church of Our Saviour (COOS) in Charlottesville, VA.  He would greet you,  followed by asking about your interest in the church.  He would then direct you  to where he thought you may find a comfort zone. 

His voice was a work of art.  He was articulate in his structure of sentences.  His tone was precise without being prim or pudish.    As he spoke, I couldn't help but wonder if this man were a retired doctor, professor, great lecturer or what?  What person is trained to speak in such an artistic way?    I, contently, could have listened to his words and watch his movements for hours.   Upon his passing, it is taking a newly formed entire committee to fill his highly polished shoes.

His bride  of 63 years was Constance Nathan Tupper (1919 - 2011).  After meeting Mr. Lamont at church, she was among the first persons I noticed upon visiting COOS many years ago.   Instantly, I took note of her petitness.    Generousity, curiosity of nature, and a talent for drawn art, painting and words are what I would later learn of  her.

Oneday at worship service,  my petite teenage daughter watched the Tuppers enter the santuary.  They greeted us on the way to their favorite pew on the "gospel side" of the church.  Mrs. Tupper, was adorned in a wool suit and somewhat matching hat held in place by a jeweled hat pin.  She carried a pillow on which she would sit.  Maybe this pillow was needed for comfort but maybe she needed it in order to be able to see above the pews to her front.    The pillow carried a little mystery for me to ponder.  Southern etiquette didn't allow new memebers to ask, only contemplate.  Mr. Tupper, sporting one of his quaint bow ties was gently holding the arm of his wife as he escorted her.  Both walked slowly but with grace and determination.

Stephanie learned over to me and whispered,   " I am probably looking at the way I will oneday appear." 

Mrs. Tupper was a talented artist who left our church and its members many special offerings of her gifts and talents. 
I will repeat:  Connie and Lamonte Tupper are dearly missed.

From Connie Tupper I am borrowing a poem.

Legacy

I have no claim to Nefertiti's bones,
the ghost of Pavlova does not move in me,
beauty and grace I cannot hold.

Shall I be remembered,
what fragile immortality
may I retain as mine?

Perhaps the legacy I leave
will linger for a while
a dancing may-fly, ephemera on the wind:

A smile, a glint of humor,
a love for nature
drawn in word and paint.

                                 ~Constance Tupper

Something New

I have decided that since I am an outgoing, young at heart and not afraid of new adventures woman, it is high time I learn to blog. 

I have a few favorite bloggers of which I have been following for a few months.  Such as:  Emily @ COOS EYC ( she's our awesome youth minister), Jennifer Jangles , Bee In My Bonnet and Counting My Blessings among others. 

My next goal is to figure out how to make my blog look at creative as the ones I follow. 
Have a great day.