Love is Calling

Many Happy Returns

Onyx & her "Bill~Pill"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

ONYX~ROSE!

WE ADORE

YOU!

LOVE

ALWAYS,

YOUR DAUGHTER

kare 

 YOUR FAVORITE

 "PILL" 
Bill

&

YOUR EVER

LUV'N

(2008/?) AbbyNorma EATing her 1st Easter basket

ABBY BUNNY!

The Breaking of The Dawn

If you don't know Fernando Ortega...

you should.

 Many times i have listened to his words and felt as though we were living a parallel life.

This song in particular.

There's a slow train pulling through the desert
the colored cars pass quietly from sight
between the highway and the long horizon
precious dreams wind away with the light

My brothers and my sisters faces linger
 the hours of our childhood, grave and gold
driving through these solitary places
memories of their gentle kinship
touch my soul

The hawk wheels away as we pass here
the clouds billow up and fly on
Down the road some hard turns
are going to shake us
ride with us through the breaking of the dawn

i worry for my loving Mother
the dimming years
the trials she has known
her heart so kind and weary
keep her safe one more night
til i get home

How i long to be right there beside her
and bring everything back to before
we'll arrive with the first light of the morning
 keep her safe
 let me hold her once more

The sage and the Joshua tree remind me
 of the miles to go
the journey that we're on
in the still, sweet air of the desert
we will ride
Through the breaking of the dawn.

~Fernando Ortega~



 

Silver strand

Silver strand beach

Some of my favorite memories were of times on the beach in SanDiego.

The Silver Strand being one of the best, "back in the day".

We camped right next to the shore.

Such sweetness to fall asleep to the sound of surf; the scent of salt-sea air on balmy breezes.

We had those big floppy tie-down hats and cool Hollywood glasses,

too big of course but required Sunwear for us 'Coppertone' girls.
We looked like a bunch of wanna be starlets.
Oh Yes...Coppertone Was on board.
We even used The old fashioned scented Woolite just for our delicate swimwear...Dahling!
Woolite & Coppertone: The Scent of the Beach.

The boys didn't have such fashionable hats but we all had that timeless footwear

Flip-flops,

Zorries

or what we innocently called them....

"Thongs" ;0

Where did the innocence go??
 Friends often camped along with us,
together we would collect drift wood along the shore.
The evening would wind down with a nice bon-fire
to warm our sandy toes
Marshmallows
Hot Cocoa
to warm our exhausted, happy belly's.
Our trusty V.W. bus with pop-up tent made for peaceful dreams lulled by tidal drift. 

i don't think Onyx ever went anywhere
without a passel load of kids in that funny bus, 
it was my favorite family rig. 
One of my sisters even brought her pet mice on our camp outs;
a White and a Black one ...Minnie and ???
...i can't remember... but it wasn't Mickey.


i don't think children understand just how patient and unusually tolerant our parents are ... until We look back and take inventory of all those journeys... and all the paths we drag them along on in our hurry to do and see and go, go, go ..

"ARE WE THERE YET???"

Thanks for the days at the beach
Onyx-Rose

They were lovely!

Welcome

Talked to Onyx-Rose last night and told her she has 2 more  'followers'

 than i do at iznaabugg..

This tickled her ... i could tell by her giggle.

So .. because Blogger still won't let me answer on the comments i wanted to say

Welcome...

And Thank You for joining in on her story...

 There's more to come ..

The last couple months have been a bit tough for me sharing her story

i do not live near her at this time and miss her very much.

You see
 Never in my life
 did i think we'd be so far apart

 as this...
 i always expected she'd be close,
even living with us in her later years.

She did live with my Husband and i for a very short year
when she had Knee replacement surgery
 a few years ago...

we expected her to stay with us.

but things don't always go the way we hope they will ...
or think they should.

Being the Mother of 7
 Onyx has many options of where to live.
At this time she is reveling in the love and friendship of 2 daughters
 and her grandchildren in a small mountain town.

She is completely in Awe of these truly lovely,
Angelic beings.

i struggle with grief from not living closer to her
and the rest of the family
but ....

life is short
isn't it.

by any other name...

"A Rose by any other name would smell Just as sweet...."

An Onyx-Mom-Rose

is even Sweeter!

Mom,

Thank You for being You.

For loving and raising

seven

unique individuals...

who all Love you in our own crazy ways.

You are our Saint

...Saint Rose of Onyx.

Here you are with your 

Grandma: Rose...

& Mom: Marie 

Our Rose-Marie.

Oh Rose-marie i Love you...

Our Wild Irish Rose

who loves those Yellow roses of Texas

Ramblin-Gypsie-Moss-Rose

How many Rose prose can we name for you

Sweet Rose

and still the sweetest name for our Rose is ....

Mom.

Ephesians 6:2-3
2)"Honor your father and your mother"-- which is the first command with a promise-- 3)"that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth"".
>     >
Exodus 20:12
12)"Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.

Happy Birthday Onyx Rose !

Thank You:

 for everything You

 Are,

For 

everything 

You have done,

For 

being the

celebration

 Dance,

The Hub

of our universe,

The center your family

revolves around,

The candles,

the frosting,

The Birthday cake!

The reason we all sing ..

"Happy Birthday to You!" 

 We LOVE you Truly ...

Truly Dear!