Happy Birthday, Mariah!
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a Child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked. "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time."
~ From THE VELVETEEN RABBIT by Margery Williams
Here in my heart i am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
I'm Salome, moon of the East.
Here in my soul i am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am i, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.
I'm of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So i stay at home with a book.
~ SONG OF ONE OF THE GIRLS by Dorothy Parker
"We came to the street light on the corner, and i wondered how many times Dill had stood there hugging the fat pole, watching, waiting, hoping. I wondered how many times Jem and i had made this journey, but i entered the Radley front gate for the second time in my life. Boo and I walked up the steps to the front porch. His fingers found the front doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, went inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again...."
"...Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough."
~ From TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee
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All of these beautiful stories of love, humor, understanding, hope and faith... for Mariah. Happy Birthday, Kiddo. I love you and miss you.
posted by Catie at 6:52 PM
3 Comments:
Thanks for posting that, Catie. I had lunch with Julie today...it was a lot of fun, as well as sad, I've always really enjoyed her. We were going to eat out, but when I got to the flower shop she told me we had to go to her house...the cat had gotten onto the garage roof and she had to make sure it was okay. So we did that. She showed me the little statue that you gave her (which she loves), and a lot of photos. And we talked about Mariah, and how she died and her family...but also, what I should do about my crazy hair, and how overweight the dogs are. It seemed a good way to remember Mariah, although, honestly, I mostly can't get it through my head that she is gone.
I also went by the high school, to get a silk screen from Mr. Versh. I really like him...we had a good talk. Sometimes I've felt like I had an allergy to Marion, but I think I've outgrown that. I don't want to live here forever, but it is a good place to regroup, and there are a lot of good people who live here.
I love this post and its pictures, Catie!
Thank you.
Wonderful, Catie. Thank you for sharing these photos and memories!
And I agree, Hannah, about Marion. I have found that it is a good place to regroup. Especially when I haven't been back in a while.
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