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Love that slipped away. Email from 28 Mar 2010 to EKB

dearest ernest,


I know that quite some time ago you slipped away from me.  I know you still love me, but the distance was there and growing.  Lately,  I have had the more disturbing feeling that I am now slipping away too.  I have had a few quiet moments this evening to ponder this.  Moving forward, starting new chapters, all comes with a price.  I am moving forward, but the price is sad.  I seem to have a memory playing through my mind today and it is of two best friends and soul mates who delighted in each other and the world they lived in. We laughed, loved, memorized every detail and held hands till the dark. We played. We laughed. We cried and we held hands. Those were the moments of my life.
I know that is going away and I do not totally understand why. I used to see something spectacular and want to share it with you.  Now, my thoughts travel somewhere else.  Is this what happens?  Does love fade?  Has this already been what you accepted?  Did you find a replacement?  Why could something so wonderful, so spectacular, so divine be going away from me?
I know that I always felt deserving of love and that love does present itself again in the universe.  I am not unhappy with a new love, just finding it so difficult to wonder how a love as great as ours slipped through my fingers. As I move forward, I am fully present in the knowledge of all I learned from you.  Were you in my life to teach me how to accept great love?  Were you there to teach me how to find joy in the journey?   Were you in my life to teach me how to be loved and accept love more fully?   It is so goofy… I always thought so much of myself that I thought I was there for you.  Now, I am humbled and know that you were there for me.  Thank you. I am on the journey…moving forward…

It is like my life journey had a seat next to me on a train.  I guess – the part that surprises me is that I thought we would sit together for the end of the ride.

My dream – 01/25/2019

Dream:
I had a dream that EKB was standing at my front door. I knew he was supposed to be dead, yet there he was, alive and knocking. The weight of disbelief hit me as I opened the door. I told him how heartbroken I had been, how many hours I spent crying, mourning, and saying my farewells. I admitted that I’d even confided in my lawyer, questioning whether his death had been a lie — or perhaps, orchestrated for reasons I couldn’t understand.

EKB, with a tired and fragile look, explained softly that he “had to do that”—pretend to be dead. The exhaustion was clear on his face as he sank onto a nearby surface, gazing up at me. He spoke in a low voice, revealing that his death had been a ruse, part of a larger, dangerous situation he had no choice but to escape.

I turned to go back into the condo, trying to process the surreal encounter, but when I entered the kitchen, EKB was suddenly there with me. Without warning, he opened a massive barn-sized door—one I had never noticed before, hidden in the back of the kitchen. It led into a cavernous room, one so vast it could have housed four garages. Inside, the room was filled with odds and ends: old furniture, janitor sinks, forgotten relics from neighbors’ condos. And then, I noticed something strange—a square area, completely empty.

I stepped inside, a feeling of awe washing over me as I realized the space was mine. It felt like an undiscovered treasure, a room I had never known existed. As I moved my eyes across the cluttered space, I saw other people, their figures distant and blurry—some were moving things around, others casually strolling with baby carriages. Despite the chaos, I felt a profound sense of joy and amazement. How could I have missed this all this time? It was as if a hidden part of my life had just been revealed.

But EKB, still visibly drained, tried to lay down on a small, uncomfortable piece of furniture. I offered him my bedroom, but he was too weary to stand or even make it up the stairs.

At some point, I glanced out the window. There, in the shared driveway below, a strange scene unfolded. On the opposite side of the drive, children’s riding toys were scattered about, and it looked like a garage sale was set up, a jumble of items waiting to be sold. I told EKB we should go outside. Slowly, he dragged himself up the outside stairs with his hands, each movement a struggle.

When he reached the top, I noticed his legs—swollen, bloated, and painful. His feet looked the same, as though the weight of his suffering had seeped into his very body. I told him, my voice filled with concern, that this wasn’t good. With great effort, I reached out, pulling him upright, my arms straining to lift him. But then, something magical happened.

In an instant, we were dancing, as if the very air had shifted around us. EKB’s strong arms enveloped me, lifting me off the ground, and together we danced among flowers that seemed to bloom from nowhere. The world around us was vibrant with color, flowers cascading in every direction, filling the air with their fragrance. I felt weightless, suspended in his arms, lost in the pure joy of the moment. I pointed out each flower, naming them for him, as if they too were part of this fleeting dream.

There were arbors draped with blossoms, arches overhead that seemed to stretch into infinity. We moved effortlessly, the rhythm of the dance carrying us through a landscape of beauty and peace. In that moment, I was free, surrounded by love and the sheer beauty of the world. But as quickly as it had come, the magic disappeared, and EKB was gone.


The Moon – a short story by Linda Claire

The summer night sky was sparkled with stars and a bright full moon. The little girl was seated in the backseat of her grandfather’s Chevy station wagon as they traveled the dirt roads towards his home. It was special for her to be out this late and it made her feel almost like an 8-year-old instead of the mere 7-year-old she was. 

“Grandpa, I think the moon is following our car.” She made the declaration with great and serious consideration. 

“Hmm,” he replied and then continued, “What makes you think that the moon is following us?” 

She became more animated. “So, every time you make a turn in the road, I can still see the moon right there. It has to be following us otherwise we wouldn’t be able to see it when we turned those corners.” And when she explained this to her grandfather, she felt even a wee bit older still. 

The old man adjusted the rear-view mirror a bit to glimpse his lovely granddaughter. He felt again the joy of grand parenting. He loved being let into her innocent childish thoughts, so he replied to her comment with a challenge. “Should we take the long way home and make a lot of turns and really check out your theory?” 

“Oh yes Grandpa” she was thrilled. 

The old man veered about and made many turns so his beloved granddaughter could continue to test her moon theory. 

“Grandpa, it’s working. It is still following our car.” She exclaimed and then asked, “Do you think there is a man in the moon, Grandpa?” 

“Well, I don’t know about that. What I can tell you is that the moon has always been a good friend to me. I call this friend Luna. And, I think Luna can be your friend too.” 

“Luna” she said the word with some reverence, and she was delighted to know that the moon could be her friend. “Grandpa, does Luna ever talk to you?” 

He gave a serious reply, “Oh, not in the usual way. But Luna does listen, and she sends a light out for our path. In fact, when I was in the great war, I talked to Luna right above the decks of our Navy cruiser right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.” 

“Oh Wow!” she exclaimed and again thought to herself what a super grandfather she had. She had seen the pictures of him in his sailor’s uniform and remembered the impressive photos with the big machine gun ports. She would have to remember to ask him to show her the photos again. 

The Chevy station wagon neared the old man’s home. 

“Grandpa look your house is right here and Luna followed us the whole way. She even got here a little ahead of us.” 

Once they were in the driveway, he waited for her to get out of the car and then he took her small hand in his. The moon was indeed bright this evening. The breezes were warm. 

“Grandpa, can we just look at Luna for a while?” she implored. 

“Pumpkin let us do something else. OK?” he replied. 

“What, what else should we do Grandpa? Should we talk to Luna?” she wanted to know. 

“Nope, turn around and let Luna be at your back.” He answered. 

“Grandpa, that is funny. You are the one who told me we don’t have eyes in the back of our heads.” And again, she felt quite mature. 

“Look.” he said. “Look at the tops of the pines. Do you see it? The moon beams fall right along the tops of each pine. Look all around you and carefully. Can you see Luna shining on any other objects that we usually do not pay much attention to in the light of day? This is what it means to see things in a different light. It really is one of the best lessons Luna taught me.” 

“I do see it, I do!” she replied. She had noticed the roof of his home and the brick chimney lit by the moonlight. She noticed some gray clouds and different shadows. And then she told her grandfather the words he loved the most. “I love you so big.” When she said it, she held out her little arms wide to each side. 

“I love you to the Moon and back” he told her. 

“Grandpa, did you mean you love me to the Luna and back?” Then she smiled broadly, and the old man could barely hold all the love he had in his heart. 

A story that tells why I am here… 

A story that tells why I am here… 

My brilliant father told stories. He was a scientist who founded a large research facility for the University, and he was a scientific advisor at the Pentagon. Yet, he was also a man who told me that an elf might be apt to carry a briefcase while walking in his woodland home. 

Because I had such a magical introduction to the world of stories, I became fascinated with telling my own tales. My stories have frequently been about such important topics as squirrel detectives or pirates feeling ill at ease in proper society. 

I bring that joy of stories told to me in early childhood to my adult life. I write new stories in my mind. I usually practice telling a story many times before I tell it. I do not always write the story down. I use my voice to help become different characters in the story. I like stories with mishaps and several fumbles by the well-meaning characters. 

My fan club includes my grandson in Germany. He frequently likes the same story told to him repeatedly. He corrects me if I forget mention of a certain event in the story and helps me write the story as it is being told. I have also done story telling circles for adult crowds while trying to engage them in telling me something too. 

I am a genealogist. I have my own website and blog written stories on the lives of my ancestors or other folks that I have researched for my friends. Even in my historical blogs, I like to find out something beyond a list of dates. A blog might start like this: “She was 10 years old when she arrived in America…” 

I am always excited to receive comments, a new idea, or any feedback that makes the story breathe itself into one that can be told and retold. 

MY LECTURE ON PHOTOGRAPHY

PHOTOGRAPHY 

Is it just a snapshot or could it be a path to a deeper vision?Do photographs tell stories? Have you ever been inspired by a photograph? Is there really something called contemplative photography? Can photographs help us meditate on mysteries? 

Join Claire, on Sunday, October 2nd, as she speaks about how photography helped her reframe her perspective and showed her a path of discovery. Time permitting…you may tell us about a special photograph that has offered you inspiration and made you pause in thanks. 

Claire is an amateur photographer  

I would like to invite all of you to come on an imaginary journey with me.  

Oh, you might wonder, where will we be going?  

The short answer we are going to go on a trip that is not made up not of miles, but of photographs. 

Huh? 

Say what? 

Yes, you heard me right. I said we are going on a journey of and into photography.  

My path into photography all started because I was sooo bored. 

And worse than that, I didn’t have money to spend on expensive answers to boredom.   

We don’t often think of boredom as a gift but let me tell you that it might not be fun, but sometimes boredom can be a big motivator. For instance, when my students would complain that they were bored in class, I would tell them “That is a wonderful thing.” and I would clap my hands in delight. I would explain that was when we might begin to think of ways to engage in something new. 

So, as I was saying, I was bored. I was so bored that I looked through the Ann Arbor Observer’s calendar of upcoming events for the summer of 1997. I mentioned before that I did not have much money as a single mom…well, that meant I was looking for free events.  I found one that would fit into my schedule. It was a lecture on macro photography at Big George’s appliance store in Ann Arbor.  

Ok. I liked photography. I marked the event on my calendar. Oh…did I know what macro photography was? No. Not at all, but it was a free event, it would be interesting, and I might meet some new folks. 

There are moments that you do not realize -at the time you are in them- that they will be pivotal. You might not connect dots to that thought until a few years down the road.  

The speaker explained that Macro Photography is taking a photo of something small and making it the subject of your photo. Think ladybug, dew drops, a blade of grass…you get the gist. Think about viewing the world by just one square foot or inch at a time. The world just got bigger…right? 

No surprise, the speaker then told us what we could buy at the store -a macro photo lens. They were expensive. I wasn’t about to use all of my savings until…until…until…the speaker said that if you started taking macro photos your own backyard would in a sense be as big as the entire Detroit Zoo in terms of how many sights you would be able to see through your lens.  

I didn’t have the money just then to buy the macro lens, but I saved and saved and finally I did buy it and no regrets. I did find that my back yard was huge now and the botanical gardens were like a whole big universe for discovery. I got good…maybe not excellent…but very good at taking macro nature photos. 

Over the years, I put away the macro lens and just started taking photos with my cell phone or a point and shoot digital camera. 

I had figured out by now that all of the photos were offering me unique perspectives on myself and the world. When I looked over the photos I had taken, I started to meditate on the mysteries and beauty of my surroundings. 

#19  

#1 – The smile and take a photo with your hands/ mind 

  Good morning. Well, this is a talk on photography and photos, so I encourage anyone who is so inclined to SMILE.  

This talk is not going to be about the details of photography, even though that does sound interesting to me.  

A generous portion of the talk this morning will be about using photography as a way of seeing gifts along the way of life.  

To help us, let’s play a game now. I would ask those who would like to participate to either hold up an imaginary camera or simply take a photo using your mind and power of memory.  

In a minute, we will all take a photo at the same time as each other. When you are finished taking your imaginary photo, pause for a moment in gratitude. You might even bow to your subject, outwardly or inwardly. Bless it –bless the thing that captured your attention and gave you pause.  

Let’s hold up our mind cameras whether you are here in person or on Zoom or Facebook. Find something in your surroundings to frame in your pretend lens for a pretend photo.  

Your new shoes, the art on the wall, your friends or family, your view from the window. I promise playing make believe can be quite entertaining.  

We only have a minute for this experiment, I will start by taking a photo my photo first. Smile, I am pointing my camera at all of you to help me remember in my mind this day. So smile, and let’s go! Now, your turn. Go ahead take a photo NOW and have fun. 

What did you take a photograph of? You can all say it out loud at the same time if you feel inclined. Let’s go… 

Wonderful. And now is a good time to ask you for a favor. At the end of today’s talk, I would like to make a change in format. Instead of giving me feedback on my talk, I would like to ask anyone who is inclined to tell us about any photo from their life that is extremely memorable. Just a few brief words about a photo you own or that you have taken. A photo of a loved one, the family portrait, a nature photograph, a cityscape photo, a photo of your car, your kitten, or your hobby. Just start thinking about a photo that your mind has archived and saved as being meaningful. 

Before I get too much further along in this morning’s talk, I am going to tell you about how I became interested in photography.  

                     Boredom/ No money/ My Big George’s story 

Part 2: 

So many people are taking photos every day. We see photos every day.  

So, why would something this common be important to me?  

Why might it be important to you? 

Maybe the answer is that for some people, that this common practice of taking photos actually has helped them connect with others, with the flora and fauna on the path they take, of a divine presence when they pause to take a photo of the heron lifting to flight, or when they study the love seen on the faces of their loved ones.  

Maybe there is something that is spiritual in this practice? 

Part 3:  

In our Friday zoom social hour, I asked everyone what they thought about me giving you some pop quiz during my talk. The incredibly fun and witty Al told me he thought that would be fine. I liked that answer.  

The quiz is only for your benefit.  Your answers will not be graded, spoken aloud, or even shared.  

I am simply going to ask you guided questions so that as a team we will lay the groundwork together for coming to the point of this morning’s talk. My hope is that each question will help you access your photo memories and how they have guided you. 

My idea is that we each have different answers and that is part of what I hope to express this morning.  

We have different answers.  

I have personally asked myself all these questions while doing my junk journaling so it was easy for me to write them down. 

I will go through the thought provoking questions quickly because I have so many questions to ask. Let your mind just drift where it may as you try to think about answers that work for you. 

#1) Can you think of a photograph that you have viewed with utter amazement?  

Have you felt elated when you find a bird’s nest or a wildflower that you can photograph?  

Have you marveled at a photo in National Geographic or a photo taken by a family member or friend? 

#2) In life, we sometimes must reframe our thinking. As a photographer, you must choose the subject of our photo and frame it for the lens.  

Have you ever taken the time before pushing the shutter button to think about what the photo will look like? About what story you want the photo to tell? 

#3) Have you ever slowed down to take a photo?  

Have you ever fallen behind the rest of the group because you wanted to capture a particular photo?  

Is there a lesson in slowing down- pausing- and truly focusing in on the moment?  

Also, have you ever knelt down in order to better take a photo of your subject?  

#4) Did you ever see a photograph that you wanted to share with someone else because it was so inspiring or uplifting?  

The sunrise over the river, the railroad tracks at dawn, the newborn baby, the goofy look on your dog’s face?  

Have you sent or posted a photo because you wanted to share with others that joy and feeling of being uplifted?  

Have you ever longed for a way to say thank you?  

Did you photo document a vacation so you could share your experiences with others. Have you photographed your plate with a sumptuous dinner? 

#5) Did you ever use a photo to help you contemplate or meditate? What comes to mind? A lotus blossom, a rainbow, a waterfall, a snowflake, your cup of hot tea? The cover of a good book you are reading? 

#6) When you study a meaningful photo, can you view the world through the eyes of the divine and see the extra-ordinary in the ordinary?  

Has viewing photography helped you fall more in love with creation?  

Have you ever made a simple walk into your big adventure because you have a camera?  

Have you ever thought that what you are doing right now is enough?  

Do you believe that with no photographic training but just by taking photos you can be a mystic? 

#7) Do you want to be a seeker? Do you want to learn and discover? 

 Has photography helped you do that and how?  

How has looking at photographs that were shared with you by others helped you catch a glimpse into what inspires and drives the person who took the photo? Like, why am did Tom post 17 photos with views of his kayak trip up north? 

#8) Has a photograph ever called you to action?  

How did seeing a photo of an injustice help you move to visioning yourself trying to be a part of the solution? 

Have you experienced tremendous compassion when looking at a photograph? Have you ever cried for mercy or help because of a photograph? 

#9) Have you ever stopped to caption one of your photos?  

Did it make you feel clever or humorous?  

Did you think your words added to your photos?  

Would words alone really express the entire story of the photo?   

If I captioned a picture of a solitary tree in a field using the words “Standing sentry” would that be a new way for you to see that tree? 

What if a photo of tree was captioned: Artist: God. 

#10) Do you think it possible that a photo can stretch your imagination?  

What do you think about as you stare lovingly into photographs of your dear ones? 

#11) Do you think that you would only feel spiritual inspiration by looking at or taking purely religious photos? Stained glass windows? Monks praying? A sanctuary or temple? Or…do you think you could find spiritual inspiration just as easily in the photo of an unusual cloud or a photo of the trail you are hiking? 

#12) Can taking a photo help the photographer see things in a new way? Do the lines on the leaf look like a tiny aerial map of streets?  

#13) Do you think that a photographer is only trying to get noticed by other people? Or could you believe that a photographer is trying to help tell the story of others?  

#14) Do you think you can almost feel the energy flowing from certain photographs?  

Does the world entertain you? 

#15) Can photography be a way to express our artistic natures? 

#16) Could a photographer potentially see something mysterious in the tiny world of macro photography? And could a photograph like that touch someone deeply in amazement? 

#17 Are you an outliner or a detailer? Are you both? Outliners might look at the general focus whereas detailers look at the details. 

#18) Did you ever want to make your garden last through the summer and decided the best way to do that was to photograph it? Before you recycled your children’s artwork have you ever photographed it? Are photographs some of the most precious keepsakes we can own? 

Part 4- My top 14 conclusions 

That was quite a list of questions and I hope that they helped you start to think about all the ways that photography and the visual arts can build a strong connection between you and the world and bolster your spiritual nature. 

I hope your unspoken answers have begun to form the basis of this very talk. In my teaser about what today’s talk would be about, I wrote that photographs could help us meditate on mysteries. Probably your own answers to my questions would affirm that. 

When writing my description of what this talk that was to be used on our website as a description, I wrote and I quote: Is it just a snapshot or could it be a path to a deeper vision?Do photographs tell stories? Have you ever been inspired by a photograph? Is there really something called contemplative photography? 

I think that we might be arriving at the answer being YES to those questions. And, I think there are many who will, upon reflection, state that indeed photography can be contemplative or meditative. 

Now, I am going to share some of my observations about this topic so that you can see why there is so much that photography has offered me and can offer to all of us.  

#1) People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Guess what? We are the beholders! Knowing that I am the beholder empowers me to find beauty in many places and ways.  

Also, I understand that nature is perfect at being sometimes imperfect and I let that message speak to me as I allow myself to accept my perceived flaws and imperfections more gracefully. 

#2) I am a planner. I plan everything and I always make daily assignments for myself. Photography is helping me learn that I do not always need to plan. I can let there be surprises. 

 I am learning that each moment is unrepeatable. I have learned that the world is full of magical things. I have learned to stop and just say out loud, “oh” when I see the sun rise over the river. 

#3) I honor that the vision is mine when I decide to take a photo. It is not my sister’s, my friend’s, but my vision and other people can see that.  

How very humbling and beautiful. This most humbling of all thoughts came to me one day…that in all things of nature there is also something of me. 

#4) I have learned to see things with fresh eyes. I pretend sometimes that the rose I am looking at is the 1st one I have ever seen. This practice takes me to a great calm and a memory of my curious self. 

#5) One of the ways photography is meditative is because I am pausing to let quiet thoughts and reflections flow through me. It is a gift of love to anyone who wishes to receive it. 

#6) It is a way for us to practice the art of paying attention to our now. 

#7) I believe that sharing our photos is a way to be generous. I think that photography has helped me understand that the little things are not little. 

#8) We ask folks to smile for their photo. I believe that is because we all profit from those smiles! They are a type of peace offering. 

#9) Sometimes my photo is pretty bad…if you are a perfectionist, this can be very troubling until you think about another gift that taking a lot of photos teaches you. That you can laugh. You can belly laugh at the selfie with the double chin on view or the photo of your dog that looks like just a blurred smear of motion or their nose pressed against the camera lens. You can laugh!  

Trust me, my worst photos crack me up! I took a photo at Matthei Botanical Gardens while on a walk with my friend Heidi. The photo ended up being just a motion blurred picture of the path. I love this poorly captured photo because what I was getting close to that my friend Heidi saved me from was bending down to better photograph what turned out to be a rattlesnake. 

#10) Photography can be healing or help us with our tender egos. Story of Oprah. 

#11) Connect with your younger self’s limitless imagination – ask a million questions. 

#12) Own your own paths to creativity – Creativity is not the lottery that someone else one. We all can use our powers of creativity. 

#13) Ann Patchett: “Never be so focused on you’re looking for that you overlook the thing you actually find.” 

#14) I have learned that the past cannot be different, but we can learn how to find acceptance and move on. That wherever we are is our entry point to today, now and tomorrow. 

#15) My photographs also collect moments of dreams and discovery. They give me a chance to give a great big embrace to all that I see. 

Part 5- The end of my talk 

Every picture tells a story. I hope that some of the questions I asked you today and some of my conclusions about photography have helped you want to tell more stories. I hope it makes you want to breathe in life with reverence. 

Some people tell me they are not creative and so photography isn’t an interest to them. I hope that someday we stop looking at creativity as a lottery that someone else won. I hope everyone can see by nature we are creative. (My humble opinion) 

I honor that so much joy in my life has come from the visual arts. From studying paintings, illustrations, and yes…photographs. In fact, I have experienced so much joy from art that I feel like it is worthy of a grand party! A joy party! And, the thing about joy is that it often comes as a complete surprise. So, in closing, let me just say…. I am glad we are planning a big anniversary party at the Interfaith Center. What a lovely thing to do! 

I believe that looking at photos, sharing photos and taking photos can help us along a path to love. They are a way to say stop and rest here in this beauty that surrounds me. They are a reminder to be curious enough to notice that the divine is here…or for those who are atheists a time to just see goodness. 

When I am actively looking and noticing things along my life path, I become more receptive to each moment. I become more still inside. I notice. I take my time. Then I take a photo.  

Some things in life are so mundane…think chopping carrots here. By opening our senses, we can see the sacred beauty of the mundane. Just an old leaf, the petunia growing up in the crack of the sidewalk. Any simple thing becomes something to stop and savor. 

When you look at a photo or take a photo. I encourage you to do this practice in gratitude. Perhaps you might want to talk to your subject and bow to the tree with the gnarled bark while you mouth the words thank you. Bless the things of our photos and then continue our day while noticing all the while. 

I encourage you to feel inspired and to find a way that your photo can tell why something or someone captured your attention. 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words – I think it is many more words than that. 

And so it is! 

PHOTOGRAPHY 

Is it just a snapshot or could it be a path to a deeper vision?Do photographs tell stories? Have you ever been inspired by a photograph? Is there really something called contemplative photography? Can photographs help us meditate on mysteries? 

Join Claire, on Sunday, October 2nd, as she speaks about how photography helped her reframe her perspective and showed her a path of discovery. Time permitting…you may tell us about a special photograph that has offered you inspiration and made you pause in thanks. 

Claire is an amateur photographer  

I would like to invite all of you to come on an imaginary journey with me.  

Oh, you might wonder, where will we be going?  

The short answer we are going to go on a trip that is not made up not of miles, but of photographs. 

Huh? 

Say what? 

Yes, you heard me right. I said we are going on a journey of and into photography.  

My path into photography all started because I was sooo bored. 

And worse than that, I didn’t have money to spend on expensive answers to boredom.   

We don’t often think of boredom as a gift but let me tell you that it might not be fun, but sometimes boredom can be a big motivator. For instance, when my students would complain that they were bored in class, I would tell them “That is a wonderful thing.” and I would clap my hands in delight. I would explain that was when we might begin to think of ways to engage in something new. 

So, as I was saying, I was bored. I was so bored that I looked through the Ann Arbor Observer’s calendar of upcoming events for the summer of 1997. I mentioned before that I did not have much money as a single mom…well, that meant I was looking for free events.  I found one that would fit into my schedule. It was a lecture on macro photography at Big George’s appliance store in Ann Arbor.  

Ok. I liked photography. I marked the event on my calendar. Oh…did I know what macro photography was? No. Not at all, but it was a free event, it would be interesting, and I might meet some new folks. 

There are moments that you do not realize -at the time you are in them- that they will be pivotal. You might not connect dots to that thought until a few years down the road.  

The speaker explained that Macro Photography is taking a photo of something small and making it the subject of your photo. Think ladybug, dew drops, a blade of grass…you get the gist. Think about viewing the world by just one square foot or inch at a time. The world just got bigger…right? 

No surprise, the speaker then told us what we could buy at the store -a macro photo lens. They were expensive. I wasn’t about to use all of my savings until…until…until…the speaker said that if you started taking macro photos your own backyard would in a sense be as big as the entire Detroit Zoo in terms of how many sights you would be able to see through your lens.  

I didn’t have the money just then to buy the macro lens, but I saved and saved and finally I did buy it and no regrets. I did find that my back yard was huge now and the botanical gardens were like a whole big universe for discovery. I got good…maybe not excellent…but very good at taking macro nature photos. 

Over the years, I put away the macro lens and just started taking photos with my cell phone or a point and shoot digital camera. 

I had figured out by now that all of the photos were offering me unique perspectives on myself and the world. When I looked over the photos I had taken, I started to meditate on the mysteries and beauty of my surroundings. 

#19  

#1 – The smile and take a photo with your hands/ mind 

  Good morning. Well, this is a talk on photography and photos, so I encourage anyone who is so inclined to SMILE.  

This talk is not going to be about the details of photography, even though that does sound interesting to me.  

A generous portion of the talk this morning will be about using photography as a way of seeing gifts along the way of life.  

To help us, let’s play a game now. Even though most of us have real cameras with us right now on our cell phones, I would ask those who would like to participate to either hold up an imaginary camera or simply take a photo using your mind.  

I am asking us all to take a photo at the same time as each other. When you are finished, pause again in gratitude. You might bow to your subject, outwardly or inwardly. Bless it –bless the thing that captured your attention and gave you pause. How? 

Let’s hold up our mind cameras whether you are here in person or on Zoom or Facebook. Find something in your surroundings to frame for a pretend photo. Your new shoes, the art on the wall, your friends or family, your view from the window. Go ahead and have fun. I promise playing make believe can be quite entertaining.  

We only have a minute for this experiment, I will start by taking a photo of something I want to remember about today. I am going to take a photo with my pretend camera of you! So smile, and let’s go! Now, your turn. 

What did you take a photograph of? You can all say it out loud at the same time if you feel inclined. Let’s go… 

Wonderful. And now is a good time to ask you for a favor. At the end of today’s talk, instead of giving me feedback on my talk, I would like to ask anyone who is inclined to tell us about any photo from their life that is extremely memorable. Just a few brief words about a photo you own or that you have taken. A photo of a loved one, the family portrait, a nature photograph, a cityscape photo, a photo of your car or your hobby. Just start thinking about a photo that your mind has archived and saved as being meaningful. 

Before I get too much further along in this morning’s talk, I am going to tell you about how I became interested in photography.  

                     Boredom/ No money/ My Big George’s story 

Part 2: 

So many people are taking photos every day. We see photos every day. So, why would something this common be important to me? Why might it be important to you? 

Maybe the answer is that for some people, that this common practice of taking photos actually has helped them connect with others, with the flora and fauna on the path they take, of a divine presence when they pause to take a photo of the heron lifting to flight, or when they study the love seen on the faces of their loved ones. Maybe there is something that is spiritual in this practice? 

Part 3:  

In our Friday zoom social hour, I asked everyone what they thought about me giving you some pop quiz during my talk. The incredibly fun and witty Al told me he thought it would be fine. I liked that answer. The quiz is only for your benefit.  Your answers will not be graded, spoken aloud, or even shared. I am simply going to ask you questions so we can do team work to help come to the point of this morning’s talk. I have personally asked myself all these questions so it was easy for me to write them down. 

I will go through the thought provoking questions quickly because I have so many questions to ask. Let your mind just drift where it may as you try to think about answers that work for you. 

#1) Can you think of a photograph that you have viewed with utter amazement? Have you felt elated when you find a bird’s nest or a wildflower to photograph? Have you marveled at a photo in National Geographic? 

#2) In life, we sometimes must reframe our thinking. Taking a photo helps us to learn what we want the to be the subject of our photo. Have you ever taken the time before pushing the shutter button to think about what the photo will look like? 

#3) Have you ever slowed down to take a photo? Have you ever fallen behind the rest of the group because you wanted to capture a particular photo? Is there a lesson in slowing down- pausing- and truly focusing in on the moment? Also, have you ever knelt down in order to better take a photo of your subject?  

#4) Did you ever see a photograph that you wanted to share with someone else because it was so inspiring or uplifting? The sunrise over the river, the railroad tracks at dawn, the newborn baby, the goofy look on your dog’s face? Have you sent or posted a photo because you wanted to share with others that joy and feeling of being uplifted? Have you ever longed for a way to say thank you? Did you photo document a vacation so you could share your experiences with others. Have you photographed your plate with a sumptuous dinner? 

#5) Did you ever use a photo to help you contemplate or meditate? What comes to mind? A lotus blossom, a rainbow, a waterfall, a snowflake, your cup of hot tea? The good book you are reading? 

#6) When you study a meaningful photo, can you view the world through the eyes of the divine and see the extra-ordinary in the ordinary? Have you fallen more in love with creation? Have you ever made a simple walk into your big adventure? Have you ever thought that what you are doing right now is enough? Do you believe that with no photographic training but just by taking photos you can be a mystic? 

#7) Do you want to be a seeker? Do you want to learn and discover? Has photography helped you do that and how? Has looking at photographs that were shared with you by others have you caught a glimpse into what inspires and drives them? 

#8) Has a photograph ever called you to action? How did seeing a photo of an injustice help you move to visioning yourself trying to be a part of the solution? 

#9) Have you ever stopped to caption one of your photos? Did it make you feel clever or humorous? Did you think your words added to your photos? Would your words alone really express the entire story of the photo?  If I captioned a solitary tree in a field using the words “Standing sentry” would that be a new way for you to actually see that tree? 

#10) Do you think it possible that a photo can stretch your imagination? What do you think about as you stare lovingly into photographs of your dear ones? 

#11) Do you think that you would only feel spiritual inspiration by purely religious photos? Stained glass windows? Monks praying? A sanctuary or temple? Or…do you think you could find inspiration in the photo of an unusual cloud or a photo of the trail you are hiking? 

#12) Can taking a photo help the photographer see things in a new way? Do the lines on the leaf look like a tiny aerial map of streets?  

#13) Do you think that a photographer is only trying to get noticed by other people? Or could you believe that a photographer is trying to help tell the story of others?  

#14) Do you think you can almost feel the energy flowing from certain photographs? Does the world entertain you? 

#15) Can photography be a way to express our artistic natures? 

#16) Could a photographer potentially see something mysterious in the tiny world of macro photography? And could a photograph like that touch someone deeply in amazement? 

#17 Are you an outliner or a detailer? Are you both? Outliners might look at the general focus whereas detailers look at the details. 

#18) Did you ever want to make your garden last through the summer and decided the best way to do that was to photograph it? Before you recycled your children’s artwork have you ever photographed it? Are photographs some of the most precious keepsakes we can own? 

#19)  

Part 4- My top 14 conclusions 

That was quite a list of questions and I hope that they helped you start to think about all the ways that photography and the visual arts can build a strong connection between you and the world and bolster your spiritual nature.  

Now, I am going to share some of my observations about this topic so that you can see why there is so much that photography has offered me and can offer to all of us.  

#1) People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Guess what? We are the beholders! Knowing that I am the beholder empowers me to find beauty in many places and ways. Also, I understand that nature is perfect at being sometimes imperfect and I let that message speak to me as I allow myself to accept my perceived flaws and imperfections more gracefully. 

#2) I am a planner. I plan everything and I always make daily assignments for myself. Photography is helping me learn that I do not always need to plan. I can let there be surprises. I am learning that each moment is unrepeatable. I have learned that the world is full of magical things. I have learned to stop and just say, “oh” when I see the sun rise over the river. 

#3) I honor that the vision is mine when I decide to take a photo. It is not my sister’s, my friend’s, but my vision and other people can see that. How very humbling and beautiful. This most humbling of all thoughts came to me one day…that in all things of nature there is also something of me. 

#4) I have learned to see things with fresh eyes. I pretend sometimes that the rose I am looking at is the 1st one I have ever seen. This practice takes me to a great calm and a memory of my curious self. 

#5) One of the ways photography is meditative is because I am pausing to let quiet thoughts and reflections flow through me. It is a gift of love to anyone who wishes to receive it. 

#6) It is a way for us to practice the art of paying attention to our now. 

#7) I believe that sharing our photos is a way to be generous. I think the waves that we give the other people on our path or sidewalk offers peace. I think that photography has helped me understand that the little things are not little. 

#8) We ask folks to smile for the photo. I believe that is because we all profit from those smiles! They are a type of peace offering. 

#9) Sometimes my photo is actually pretty bad…if you are a perfectionist, this can be very troubling until you think about another gift that taking a lot of photos teaches you. That you can laugh. You can belly laugh at the selfie with the double chin on view or the photo of your dog that looks like just a blurred smear of motion or their nose pressed against the camera lens. You can laugh! Trust me, my worst photos crack me up! I took a photo at Matthei Botanical Gardens while on a walk with my friend Heidi. I have a picture of dirt that is all blurry. I love this poorly captured photo because what I was getting close to that my friend Heidi saved me from was bending down to better photograph what turned out to be a rattlesnake. 

#10) Photography can be healing or help us with our tender egos. Story of Oprah. 

#11) Connect with your younger self’s limitless imagination – ask a million questions. 

#12) Own your own paths to creativity – Creativity is not the lottery that someone else one. We all can use our powers of creativity. 

#13) Ann Patchett: “Never be so focused on you’re looking for that you overlook the thing you actually find.” 

#14) My photographs also collect moments of dreams and discovery. They give me a chance to give a great big embrace to all that I see. 

Part 5- The end of my talk 

Every picture tells a story. I hope that some of the questions I asked you today and some of my conclusions about photography have helped you want to tell more stories. I hope it makes you want to breathe in life with reverence. 

I honor that so much joy in my life has come from the visual arts. From studying paintings, illustrations, and yes…photographs. In fact, I have experienced so much joy from art that I feel like it is worthy of a grand party! A joy party! And, the thing about joy is that it often comes as a complete surprise. So, in closing, let me just say…. I am glad we are planning a big anniversary party at the Interfaith Center. What a lovely thing to do! 

I believe that looking at photos, sharing photos and taking photos can help us along a path to love. They are a way to say stop and rest here in this beauty that surrounds me. They are a reminder to be curious enough to notice that the divine is here…or for those who are atheists a time to just see goodness. 

When I am actively looking and noticing things along my life path, I become more receptive to each moment. I become more still inside. I notice. I take my time. Then I take a photo.  

Some things in life are so mundane…think chopping carrots here. By opening our senses, we can see the sacred beauty of the mundane. Just an old leaf, the petunia growing up in the crack of the sidewalk. Any simple thing becomes something to stop and savor. 

When you look at a photo or take a photo. I encourage you to do this practice in gratitude. Perhaps you might want to talk to your subject and bow to the tree with the gnarled bark while you mouth the words thank you. Bless the things of our photos and then continue our day while noticing all the while. 

I encourage you to feel inspired and to find a way that your photo can tell why something or someone captured your attention. 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words – I think it is many more words than that. 

And so it is! 

Home Stories – Memories of Tim Whitmer

HOME STORIES – memories from Tim Whitmer 

THE ROBERTSON FAMILY HOME (Maternal grandparents of Tim Whitmer

Delbert C. Roberston and Lillian J. Jackson were Tim’s maternal grandparents. Their family home was in Owensboro, KY. By 1952, their home was at 1637 Parrish Ave. Tim recalls that the house was small, with a long and slender yard. One of the highlights of their yard, was a screened-in outbuilding where the family would gather for wonderful dishes like homemade ice cream. Among other wonderful foods served there, Tim mentioned the banana salad, b-b-q mutton, and watermelon. (Mutton was a favorite food and was served at a local establishment called The Mutton Pit.) Tim remembers that the home was shaped like a “box” with a living room at the front and 2 bedrooms in the back. There was 1 bathroom. He believes there was a crawl space. The kitchen was a good size, and his grandmother was a very good cook. One of the features of the kitchen were the bins that were 8” to 10” long and about 24” deep. These bins fit into the kitchen cupboards and held items like oatmeal, white flour, and cornmeal. Tim was allowed to play in the flour with his clean hands when he was very young. A happy family home that was always welcoming! 

THE WHITMER FAMILY HOME (Paternal grandparents of Tim Whitmer) 

Charles Emmett Whitmer, Sr. and Eura Noffsinger were the paternal grandparents of Tim Whitmer. Tim recalls, that his grandfather ran a local General Store that he had started on his own. In fact, the Calumet clock in the Ann Arbor home of Tim and Mary Ann came from that store where it used to hang. The store had a unique giant oak tree that grew up through the center of the building. The Whitmer family home in Owensboro was single story. There was no basement. This is the home that Charles Emmett Whitmer, Jr. grew up in. At some point, an addition was built on this home, and the large front porch connected the original home to an additional home with its own entry. Tim said that “duplex” was not a word used at that time. The porch was not like the porches of today. It was bricked halfway up, was about 8’ x 10’ and you “set out” (not sat out) on your porch! In several US Census records and city directories, a home address of 1303 Breckenridge was listed. 

ROMANCE A CUTE STORY ABOUT CHARLES AND WANDA (Parents of Tim Whitmer) 

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Description automatically generated with low confidenceTim recalls that his parents met in High School where Tim’s father played the trombone, and his mother played the clarinet. A funny story that Charles liked to recall is how he would use the slide of his trombone to tap Wanda.  

Mr. Whiskers and the Banana Lamp and lamps that have brightened the homes of my family.

My nephew’s kitten, Mr. Whiskers, managed to break a one-of-a-kind banana lamp. While I can’t quite remember what the lamp looked like, I’ve tried to picture it in my mind. One thing I can say for certain is that as a shopper, I’ve never come across a banana lamp in any store. Of course, I felt sad that my nephew’s unique lamp was broken. But, as my sister recounted the tale of the broken banana lamp, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy —I longed for a lamp that was equally fun and unique. The image of that quirky banana lamp lingered in my mind. This past weekend, while browsing a garage sale, I stumbled upon a lamp shaped like a coconut tree. It was both peculiar and delightful. While I had never seen a banana lamp in stores, I also hadn’t encountered a coconut tree lamp before. When I inquired about the price, the owner estimated $5.00. At that moment, I knew this charming lamp was destined to adorn the dresser in my bedroom. The owner then shared the story behind the lamp. It had been a gift from her parents—something she had appreciated but wasn’t particularly attached to. She felt a bit of guilt parting with it and hoped it would find a home where it would be truly cherished. When I told her it was love at first sight for me, her face lit up with a radiant smile. She thanked me warmly, declaring that I was the perfect person for the coconut lamp.

I’m part of a Facebook group dedicated to sharing photos of unique thrift store finds. I posted a picture of the coconut lamp, and almost immediately, members began to chime in, confirming that it was indeed a rare treasure of sorts. One person even sent me a link to a website: Kina Ree. To my surprise, the site identified my lamp as an Indonesian piece with a lovely description—and noted that it’s currently out of stock and unavailable for purchase.

Here is my new-to-me coconut lamp on my dresser. I purchased it on 3 Aug 2024 at a garage sale in Ann Arbor, MI

Not long ago, I read a book on Hygge, the Danish art of cultivating comfort and coziness in our homes. The book highlighted the importance of creating an inviting atmosphere through various light sources, with a particular focus on candlelight. Inspired by this, I expanded the concept to include other creative lighting options that add a personal touch to our living spaces. Ultimately, I realized that Hygge is not just about the light itself but about setting a mood of warmth and contentment. And…who wouldn’t feel content with the soft glow of a banana lamp or a coconut tree lamp?

I began to wonder if the lamps in our lives each have a story to tell. Pause for a moment and think about the lamps you’ve chosen and those from your past that you especially admired. In this blog, I’ve included a few photos from my collection of scanned family images, each featuring a lamp that holds a special place in our hearts. I hope you enjoy these glimpses into our illuminated memories…

There are not many photos that feature lamps in our family photo collection. I suppose that is because the pictures were taken to capture the people and the moment and the lamps were just a part of the background so would not have been noticed. Also, because photography was usually done during the best light situations, we simply do not have many photos of lamps being used.

I hope this blog has been illuminating…(couldn’t help myself…ha, ha, ha.)

Kathryn c1960 in the living room of 1517 Harbrooke, AA, MI. Mom loved to dress us with a nautical theme…I like the anchor on the collar of Kathryn’s dress. And is that a hairbrush in her hand?
Kathryn is perfectly posed in this photo c1965 at 2629 Danbury Lane, AA. Look at this dress! Wow!
We shared so much time as a family around the kitchen table at 2629 Danbury Lane. I selected this photo because it shows the table light fixture. Mary Ann is hard at work dishing up ice cream for Kathryn’s cake. I was possibly, maybe, certainly a little jealous of this doll cake. LOL. Check out the telephone on the corner of the kitchen counter!
Mary Ann is in the living room of 2629 Danbury Lane, AA in her band uniform. The lamp on the table was with the family for a long time. Look through the window to see the spinning clothes line used for drying clothing outside. Photo c1968.
Our family used Hawthorne trees at Christmas. My father would spray paint them white. My mother had to work hard to find white lights with white cords. The visual of these trees was amazing. Photo c1970
I love this photo of our front door entry at 2629 Danbury Lane, AA. The overhead light resembles candles and the light on the dresser was in our family for years. Photo c1975
This is a photo of my desk in my bedroom at 2629 Danbury Lane. I obviously loved Winnie the Pooh. The desk light was a rather new novelty at that time called a tensor lamp. Photo c1976
Here is the iconic lamp of the Groshans. Jack and I got this as newlyweds and the lamp stayed in the family and moved to different homes over the decades. It even got as far as Seattle! This photo was taken at our duplex on Bemidji, AA. Photo c1979.
I couldn’t find a photo of the darling lamp that my father made with an old iron train engine toy. The lamp pictured here was in the family for many, many years. Photo c1987.
My mother’s dresser at 2629 Danbury Lane held this sweet mirror. Photo c1989.
This is a photo of my father in his beautiful study. The lamp stayed in the family for decades. This is c1990.
This c1992 photo is of Bones and my father sitting at my sister’s home. I love the light fixture that they used over the kitchen table.
The gas light in the back yard of 2629 Danbury Lane c1998.
The gas light in the front entry of 2629 Danbury Lane. I am not sure of the year for this photo. I am estimating 1990.

Family Shoes: A Walk Through Generations of the Hess family shoes (1940’s through the 1970’s)

I think this photo was taken at the 1967 World Expo in in Montréal, Canada,

I remember being a little girl sitting on the swing set in my backyard on Harbrooke Ave. in Ann Arbor. As I slowly pushed myself back and forth on the swing, I looked down in wonder and delight at my shoes. They were sandals with a giant flower decoration and they are still possibly my favorite shoes ever…

I was also greatly influenced to love shoes by the story of Cinderella- I always enjoy these quotes:

“Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life.”

“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. Just look at Cinderella!”

“Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress. And maybe, just maybe, a great pair of shoes.”

The history of shoes has certainly changed over the course of my 70 years on the planet. This blog is just a fun way to celebrate some of the shoes we wore.

So…get ready to tap your foot and read a fun blog while walking down memory lane with me.

This photo of Gretchen Lois Ream Hess was taken in approx. 1940. As I study this photo, I realize that I could easily dress just like her even now in 2024! The anklet socks worn with the loafers were a classic combination.
AI has estimated that the date of this photo is 1942. Mom would have been 17 years old. The location was 520 N. Main Street, Ann Arbor, MI. Gretchen Ream Hess is wearing a pair of modest shoes that seem to reflect this time era as the Great Depression was just ending.
A photo of Robert Lawrence Hess on his 1st day at the University of Michigan. This would have been in 1942. Look how spiffy he is in this outfit paired with classic shoes.
Look at these beautiful two toned shoes my mother is wearing in 1944.
A photo of my Uncle Robert Emerson Ream with my mother Gretchen Ream Hess. AI dates this photo as 1945 – so maybe just at the very end of WWII. I notice that Uncle Bob’s shoes are not the shiny patent leather but some much more practical leather. Mom’s shoes are adorable with the little open toe and a cute bow.
I am in love with Madalyn’s gorgeous heels!
Mom is probably visiting Dad at Midshipman School. When did she get a fur coat? Was it possibly from Aunt Babe? What are your ideas? The boots actually look very stylish. I date this photo at approx. 1945.
My stunning mother. Look at these beautiful shoes! I believe this photo is from her honeymoon in December of 1945.
I am dating this photo at approx. 1948. Mom is sitting on a park bench with a friend. I believe this is from Mom’s young married days in Bethlehem, PA. So – what amazing sling back shoes…right?
An amazing photo of Mom from approx. 1950. Everything about this outfit is WONDERFUL.
Mary Ann is wearing the quintessential baby shoes of the 1950’s. These shoes may be the ones that Mom had bronzed later as a memory. Also…did toddlers really get to wear a string of pearls? I love the knit dress.
A chance to see 4 generations of my family and the shoes we all had on. Precious!
Mary Ann with 3 candles in the birthday cake. Look at her pretty patent leather Mary Jane shoes with a type of dress that required a “stick out slip” to hold the skirt in place.
Bonus photo that shows my leather tie up shoes and my rubber boots. The funny thing is that the shoes were worn inside the boots back in those days. WOW…
I bet we are all laughing at this photo! Mary Ann’s shoes were passed down and were a classic style for little girls of the 1950’s. I seem to have some pretty swell slippers. March 1, 1956.
I am sporting red tennis shoes. I feel like I still have a memory of them. Chrissy White is between me and Mary Ann. My mother, Gretchen, is on the far right and is pregnant with Kathryn. This photo was taken in 1957.
Here we are in our Easter dresses. Linda Claire, Kathryn Sue, and Mary Ann. Kathryn has the standard toddler shoes and Mary Ann and I are wearing patent leather shoes. Remember that dresses from this era were made with only natural fibers (no polyester yet) so they had to all be carefully ironed. Date estimate 1958.
This photo is proof that flip flops have been around for a long time. I always smile when I look at this picture- the foreshadowing of me being afraid of heights and nervously grabbing my father’s slacks. Mary Ann looks confident and Kathryn is just busy playing with the sand. Photo possibly in late 1958 or early 1959.
I am the mountain climber – an alpine German yodeler and Mary Ann is the little dutch girl in wooden shoes. The shoes I am wearing appear over and over in our family photographs. I think that we must have kept getting the same shoes in a different size. Back in 1959 we owned only a couple pairs of shoes each and frequently took them to the cobbler in Nichols Arcade to be repaired. Yes, we did have wooden shoes. They were kept in the dress up chest.
This photo also has me laughing. Kathryn looks at Santa so lovingly and Mary Ann is also happy as can be. But, look at me…not sure at all about this guy! LOL. Also, until this blog, I never realized that Kathryn is wearing the hand me down boots from the earlier photo of me asleep on the floor in my snow suit. Again, these types of boots were worn with our shoes inside. In order to put the boots on, we first covered our shoes in plastic bread bags to help them slip on. Christmas 1959.
What a hoot. At least Mary Ann has the pretty smile. My smile is a little over the top and Kathryn looks quite displeased that the cake is obviously not hers. Kathryn is wearing the recycled pair of red shoes that appear over and over in these photographs. We are with Bones and Madalyn at their home in March of 1960.
Apparently Kathryn is being smooshed between her sisters. Mom liked to dress us in similar styles. I see that we all are wearing identical pairs of blue sneakers. Photo 1961.
It looks like Kathryn is wearing our hand me down black patent leather shoes. Photo circa 1962. Aunt Babe possibly actually sewed this coat- her occupation was as a seamstress.
In 1962 we seem to be wearing some quite lovely summer sandals. In this photo we are pictured with a Canadian dignitary. Kathryn…why are you wearing socks?
I love looking at the shoe fashions in this 1964 photo of the Silver Anniversary party for Madalyn and Bones. The photo was taken at 2629 Danbury Lane, Ann Arbor. Grandma Pet (Amelia Ream) is seated in the orange chair on the front right of the photo.
I love this photo of Kathryn for a hundred reasons. Check out her amazing cowgirl boots! Yee Haw! Photo circa 1965.
A photo from my 1970 European vacation with Dad. I am wearing a “stretch and sew” dress made by Mom. This was the start of polyester. I think my sandals are pretty cute!
We definitely had hiking boots and did plenty of nature walks as a family. Photo circa 1971.
Mom and Dad are also wearing practical walking type shoes in this 1971 photo.
Jack is wearing the Earth Shoes that became kind of an obsession for all of us in this 1972 time period.
Mom looks so lovely in the back garden at 2629 Danbury Lane, Ann Arbor. Fantastic shoes…right?
I know. I know. I haven’t changed a bit. LOL. This is in front of Waterman Residence in my 1970’s college days. Pretty borrowed dress and shoes.
Can you tell that Bones is wearing the classic rubbers over his shoes. This was the classic winter style for men at that time.
Christmas c1975. Mary Ann is wearing a beautiful smile and some great wedge shoes.
I am on my honeymoon in 1977 wearing my wonderful Earth Shoe sandals.

Melosso sisters were married to Bravin brothers

Two of the Bravin brothers married two of the Melosso sisters. One of these marriages was of the great aunt and great uncle of my ex-husband’s Groshans family. The other marriage was of the maternal grandparents of my ex-husband’s Groshans family.

When 2 brothers marry 2 sisters it brings an interesting bond and actually blends many of the family lines between sibling and in-law. It is fun to think that their family gatherings would have brought together these 2 families and 2 sets of siblings!

Tecla Melosso was an older sister to Lousa Melosso (aka Louise Bravin). She was a Great Aunt to my ex-husband and his Groshans siblings.

Tecla Melosso was an older sister to Lousa “Louise” Melosso. This made Tecla a great aunt in the Groshans family.

Tecla married Luigi “Louis” Bravin. Luigi was born in Meduno, Italy on 1 Apr 1884. He immigrated to the USA on 15 Nov 1906 (he was 22 years old.) The marriage of Tecla and Louis took place in PA on 15 Nov 1909 (he was 25 years old and she was 23 years old.)

Tecla and Luigi’s children were 1st cousins once removed to my ex-husband and his siblings.

Luigi “Louis” Bravin 1884-1936

Techla’s younger sister, Lousa Melosso (Louise), married Luigi Bravin’s younger brother Anibale Bravin. Lousa (Louise) and Anibale were the maternal grandparents of my ex-husband and his siblings.

Lousa (Louise) was born 13 June 1899 in Frisanco, Pordenone, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy. She immigrated to the USA when she was 23 years old. This is a link to a blog that I wrote about Lousa (Louise). https://tellinglifestories.org/tag/louise-bravin/

Anibale Bravin was born on 13 Feb 1891 in Udine, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy.

Anibale Bravin 1891-1969. I believe his name was pronounced Ahh Nee Bah Lee.

Lousa “Louise” Melosso 1899-1990

When Lousa “Louise” Melosso was born on June 13, 1899, in Frisanco, Pordenone, Italy, her father, Andrea, was 43, and her mother, Maddalena, was 36. She married Anibale (Annibale) Bravin on May 21, 1921 in Italy. They had three children during their marriage. She died on August 17, 1990, in Altoona, Pennsylvania, at the age of 91, and was buried there.

1899 birth

Here is a time line of Lousa’s life:

Birth: Lousa was born on June 13, 1899, in Frisanco, Pordenone, Italy, to Maddalena “Lena” Toffolo Culau, age 36, and Andrea (Andrew) Melosso, age 43.

Age 3: Her brother Angelo Selemino died on December 31, 1902, in Frisanco, Pordenone, Italy, when Lousa “Louise” “Luigia” was 3 years old.

Age 5: Her sister Albino was born on July 30, 1904, in Udine, Udine, Italy, when Lousa “Louise” “Luigia” was 5 years old.

Age 21: Lousa married Anibale (Annibale) (Pete) Bravin on May 21, 1921, when she was 21 years old. They were married in Italy.

Age 22: Her son John Andrew or Giovanni Andrea Battista was born on March 1, 1922, in Meduno, Pordenone, Italy.

Age 23: Lousa immigrated to the US on 29 Aug 1922 on the Europa. I believe she was processed at Ellis Island. She had started the voyage in Genoa, Italy on 22 Aug 1922.

This is the arriving passenger list

Age 26: Her son Louis Edward “Lou” was born on August 25, 1925, in Altoona, Pennsylvania.

Age 27: Her daughter Madeline Mary Rose or Maddalena Maria was born on December 20, 1926, in Altoona, Pennsylvania.

Age 34: Her father Andrea (Andrew) passed away on March 31, 1934, in Meduno, Pordenone, Italy, at the age of 78.

Age 62: Her sister Angela died in 1961 when Lousa “Louise” “Luigia” was 62 years old.

Age 70: Her husband Anibale (Annibale) (Pete) passed away on December 14, 1969, in Altoona, Pennsylvania, at the age of 78. They had been married 48 years.

Age 77: Her sister Tecla died on November 1, 1976, in Altoona, Pennsylvania.

This 1930 US census shows that Lousa was born in Italy – her parents were also born in Italy.
1930 US census data on Lousa
1940 US census data on Lousa

What was Frisanco, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy like when Lousa Louise was born?

The following information was generated by AI.

In 1899, Frisanco was a small village located in the region of Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy. Nestled in the picturesque foothills of the Dolomite Mountains, Frisanco was a close-knit community with a rich cultural heritage. Let’s explore what life was like in Frisanco during this time.

  1. Daily Life:In 1899, the people of Frisanco lived a simple yet fulfilling life. The village was primarily agrarian, with most residents engaged in farming and animal husbandry. The fertile soil and favorable climate allowed for the cultivation of crops such as wheat, corn, and barley. Families worked together to tend their fields and care for their livestock, ensuring a sustainable livelihood.
  2. Cultural Traditions:Frisanco was known for its vibrant cultural traditions. The people took great pride in their heritage, preserving and celebrating their unique customs. Festivals and religious processions were an integral part of village life, bringing the community together in joyous celebration. Traditional dances, music, and local cuisine were cherished, reflecting the rich tapestry of Friulian culture.
  3. Community Spirit:The people of Frisanco valued strong community bonds. Neighbors supported one another, sharing resources and lending a helping hand when needed. Social gatherings, such as weddings and baptisms, were cherished occasions for the entire village to come together and celebrate. The local church played a central role in community life, serving as a place of worship, social gathering, and a source of guidance and support.

Historical Context – from an AI biography on My Heritage
Lousa Bravin, née Melosso, was born into a world on the brink of great change. The year 1899 saw Italy in a period of political flux and social transformation as it grappled with its relatively recent unification and industrialization. Her father, Andrea Melosso, would have witnessed Italy’s struggles for independence and unity during his lifetime, which were marked by significant events such as the Third Italian War of Independence
(1866) and the capture of Rome (1870). Lousa’s early years in Friuli-Venezia Giulia, an area known for its cultural diversity and linguistic minorities, likely exposed her to a melting pot of traditions and languages.
When Lousa married Anibale ‘Pete’ Bravin in 1921, Europe had just emerged from the devastation of World War I. Italy, having joined the war on the side of the Allies in 1915, experienced economic hardship and social unrest in the post-war years. This tumultuous environment, coupled with the promise of the American Dream, may
have influenced the Bravins’ decision to emigrate to the United States. They became part of the massive wave of European immigrants seeking better opportunities abroad in the 1920s before the U.S. Congress passed immigration quotas with laws like the Emergency Quota Act of 1921 and the Immigration Act of 1924.
The Bravin family settled in Altoona, Blair, Pennsylvania, during a time when America was transitioning from the Roaring Twenties to the Great Depression and then into the recovery efforts of the New Deal era. Altoona, with its thriving railroad industry, offered employment opportunities that attracted many immigrants. By the 1930s and 1940s, the city reflected broader national trends, including the impact of World War II on domestic life and the subsequent post-war boom that reshaped the American economy and society. Lousa Bravin lived through momentous periods of the 20th century, witnessing the rise of mass media, the civil rights movement, the Cold War, and the technological advancements leading up to the Space Age. She passed away at the age of 91 in 1990, a year marked by global shifts such as the fall of the Berlin Wall the previous
November and the dissolution of the Soviet Union shortly thereafter. Her death in Altoona, where she had spent much of her life, came at the close of a century that had seen immense changes in the world she first entered back in 1899.

Last Name Origins
The surname Melosso is not a common name, and its origin is not widely documented in mainstream onomastic references. It may be of Italian origin, given the suffix ‘-osso’ which is characteristic of some Italian surnames, often denoting a physical trait or characteristic. The prefix ‘Melo-‘ could derive from ‘melo,’ the Italian word for apple, but without specific genealogical or historical evidence, this is speculative. Further research
would be required to determine the exact origin and meaning of the surname Melosso.
The last name Bravin is likely of Italian origin. In Italian, ‘bravo’ means ‘good’ or ‘skilled’, and the suffix ‘-in’ can denote a diminutive form or affiliation. Therefore, Bravin might originally have been used to indicate a person who was a good or skilled worker, or possibly the son of someone named Bravo. This surname is more prevalent
in northeastern Italy, suggesting regional origins or associations with that area. As with many surnames, the precise etymology can vary based on family history and geographic distribution.

This is a source link for Louise: https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:6K9V-WFMP?cid=fs_copy