tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post2588290071728701995..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: OTHER SIDE OF THE FOREST, PART IRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-53811332022994641922012-02-09T11:29:08.465-05:002012-02-09T11:29:08.465-05:00Ah, such sweet memories to share with us. And, th...Ah, such sweet memories to share with us. And, they surely ignite our own sweet memories.<br /><br />And, goodness knows she does favor Wallis. Only your Aunt Cilla is much prettier than Wallis. She has a sweetness about her face that I never saw in Wallis.<br /><br />So much of this reminds me of my Aunt Martha. I always admired so many things about her. And, I was always so excited to receive a present from her because it was always, always something very special and very pretty.Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10535622044396271722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-10864041513060759712012-01-31T22:29:34.744-05:002012-01-31T22:29:34.744-05:00Well, between you and my husband, is there another...Well, between you and my husband, is there another word to say? I am surrounded and supported and so, so grateful for you and your stories and your glorious writings and rememberances, my dear, dear Rachel! You should see how often I dip into Lawn Tea and my copies of our early emails. I emerge refreshed and happy! Love you, dear!Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-30708960916681876102012-01-31T07:43:02.237-05:002012-01-31T07:43:02.237-05:00I feel like I know her! Thank you for that. The im...I feel like I know her! Thank you for that. The imagery, and the love in those words - so pretty.Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-2660686938731786772012-01-30T10:51:30.034-05:002012-01-30T10:51:30.034-05:00My Dear Darling Jeanne,
It's always lovely to...My Dear Darling Jeanne,<br /><br />It's always lovely to make you smile, and the common memories of kind people and sweet moments are a wonderful link, aren't they?RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-37205672817570675772012-01-30T10:49:26.988-05:002012-01-30T10:49:26.988-05:00Dear Hattatts,
What kind things you say!! And th...Dear Hattatts,<br /><br />What kind things you say!! And that pair would have fit right in with your gracious crowd---they were really special.<br /><br />And my own efforts at such gracious manners and kindnesses are futile some days, in the scurry of ins and outs and meals and dogs and birdseed scatter, but I've concentrated on the younger folks for quite some time now. The grandchildren are my total focus when we're together, and it's the most gratifying part of my life to see the light in their eyes when we meet, when we sing, when we create/read/watch/craft/ learn something together.<br /><br />The elegance of afternoon tea, the letters and words to channel them towards the great rewards of books, the little moments and civilities and niceties of things---that's what we play and learn---and my own reward is a heart-swell that encompasses all that we are and will be.<br /><br />I'd so love a home of the serene, cool green rooms I remember, but the importance of dining-chair trains and breakfast-table pirate ships eclipse all the draperies and pristine tabletops one dreams of.<br /><br />We love a pretty-set tea table, lunch on the patio with bright dishes, use-your-napkin, hold-your-fork-like-this; There are neat toy and book shelves once-a-day when clean-up call rings out, but it's the doing and the living that we're concentrating in these moments.<br /><br />Life will come along soon enough, and this preparation stage is the NOW.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-65234588798382770262012-01-30T10:14:03.884-05:002012-01-30T10:14:03.884-05:00Steelersandstartrek:
Your words are so gracious a...Steelersandstartrek:<br /><br />Your words are so gracious and kind, you leave me with none of my own. What a sweet comment, and what a beautifully-phrased compliment! I die, I faint, I FAIL.<br /><br />Extra hugs when next we meet, and go share one with your sweet Bride right now---consider them both from ME.<br /><br />rRachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-91048520898453598212012-01-30T10:10:43.622-05:002012-01-30T10:10:43.622-05:00@Robin from CA:
It's lovely to evoke pleasant...@Robin from CA:<br /><br />It's lovely to evoke pleasant memories for other people, isn't it? That pleat-pinching gesture was a great part of a gentleman's routine of keeping his wardrobe neat and smooth.<br /><br />And I'm glad you share some of the same memories of those times.<br /><br />rachelRachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-13707655952804279402012-01-30T10:08:46.668-05:002012-01-30T10:08:46.668-05:00@Mississippi Artist: I’m glad that you enjoyed t...@Mississippi Artist: I’m glad that you enjoyed the piece---we all have our memories of times well-remembered, and this couple were certainly memory-making.<br /><br />Thank you for reading and commenting---it means a lot to me.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-5209080421078054562012-01-30T10:06:09.233-05:002012-01-30T10:06:09.233-05:00Oh, Sis---weren’t they just PEACHES??!! Just a b...Oh, Sis---weren’t they just PEACHES??!! Just a breath of fresh-scented air in our hot, plain days. Do you remember the roomful of BIRDS? I coveted one of those parakeets with a mighty wishfulness, and one weekend they drove up with a neat little cage in the back seat with the most cunning little pair of miniature birds. “Javanese Temple Birds,” she called them---I’ll have to google that.<br /><br />They were pale-to-dark grey, with several salmony/pink markings, twinkly little eyes, and tiny peach-colored bills. Oh, they were beautiful.<br /><br />I hope to include a post on Aunt Meg, ( it’s not nearly so upbeat and happy, but it was what it WAS) and one on Aunt Ossie---I’ve pretty much covered Aunt Billie over in the “High Biscuits” post.<br /><br />I LOVE that you remember as fondly as I do!RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-91241015587747300662012-01-29T09:34:43.778-05:002012-01-29T09:34:43.778-05:00Hello Rachel:
We have been delighted by this wonde...Hello Rachel:<br />We have been delighted by this wonderfully written story of Aunt Cilla and Uncle Jed. The picture you painted of them was so vivid, we could easily imagine them right here in our own drawing room. They were obviously 'made' for each other in every possible way.<br /><br />We can so imagine your being entranced by them as a small child, their ways being so very different from those in your own home. But, as you say, how many of their practices have you acquired as your own now you have your own home?Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-76100810222405120352012-01-29T01:10:03.857-05:002012-01-29T01:10:03.857-05:00Rachel, you know how I truly loved this story of t...Rachel, you know how I truly loved this story of times gone by. Those charming days of being dressed and lovely for the day. My mom was so much like your aunt. She was always bathed and dressed for the moment when our dad would come home from work. I swear she would meet him at the door with a hello kiss. We six children knew that our dad was the number one person in our home. We loved it because we felt the love between our parents and it was a great feeling of security.<br /><br />Your description of your aunt and uncle just made me smile and feel happy. What a delight she must have been. A loving aunt that you loved and looked up to. The truth of it all is what a role model she was for you to carry in your memories for the rest of your life. We do pattern our own lives after those we admire and that is a good thing. The photograph like my mom and her sisters, is a treasure beyond words. Lovely women each one.<br /><br />Wishing you happy days always dear friend,<br />Jeanne xoxoxojeannenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-145618095444151842012-01-28T22:31:09.286-05:002012-01-28T22:31:09.286-05:00You have the unique ability of making me change my...You have the unique ability of making me change my background music when reading some of your posts. (That is high tribute, by the way -- my life is set to the background music either playing around me or in my mind, and it truly is a part of me. This post made me stop halfway, change the mood, and return eagerly.) Just for you to reach out and grab such a person from memory so completely not only makes me want to sit you down and ask for more stories about her, but to grab your Baby Sis and ask her for comparitives!<br /><br />Dear dear Rachel. What a rich and colorful thread you are tied to in this world. So many wonderful and delicate and important and subtle in passing things have occured with you to witness them. Like the perfect moment of sunlight through an autumn leaf, your memories are precious, and your willingness and ability to share them beyond price. Thanks.steelersandstartrekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15945760858360791814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-90395041240064829502012-01-28T21:06:41.087-05:002012-01-28T21:06:41.087-05:00What a lovely post and tribute! In my mind I was ...What a lovely post and tribute! In my mind I was seeing aunts, uncles and my parents friends dressed and behaving he same way back in my childhood. One close friend of our family came vividly to my mind when you mentioned how your uncle used to pinch the pleats of his pants when sitting down because I could see our friend doing exactly the same thing. Thanks for sharing your memories that evoked many of my own!<br />RobinRobinfromCAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684488709559707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-35210944488921088662012-01-28T19:59:02.821-05:002012-01-28T19:59:02.821-05:00What a way you have of describing every little det...What a way you have of describing every little detail. I could just read for days. I have had my nose in the new book Elizabeth The Queen by Sally Bedell Smith. Looking at the older photographs in there, there were beautiful clothes just as you described.PAINTORDIG.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16278041200437040139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-83494340679122830912012-01-28T18:40:31.816-05:002012-01-28T18:40:31.816-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Nailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04696352558169556809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-59680744379439307642012-01-28T18:39:55.136-05:002012-01-28T18:39:55.136-05:00Oh, Sis...I do remember them with so much love. M...Oh, Sis...I do remember them with so much love. My memories are a little later and of playing with a little dog named Bitsy I think...were they in the red brick house in Tennessee in your memory or did they live in Mississippi?<br /><br />I have the most glorious picture of her on my family wall. She is about 18, and as Daddy would say..."just about the prettiest thang you've ever seen!"<br /><br />Love you,<br />Baby SisNailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04696352558169556809noreply@blogger.com