Comments on: No Place Like Home

By: marzee

marzee — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 07:49:26 +0000

PS. Grandpa Dick passed the evening of July 4th. He is with his Racquel now.

By: marzee

marzee — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 09:53:11 +0000

If you’re speaking of the one that touched on the movie Queen Victoria, yes I did – and had to watch the movie as well. Loved it.

By: mona

mona — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 07:00:47 +0000

Marzee! I am up for all book ideas right now. It’s what a really want to do. The story of your grandparents sounds like the making of one as well! How long were they married? Dale’s parents also had a romance worth writing about – which came to a dramatic “conclusion” just this spring. Hmmmm……Did you read the Musing: Fit For a Queen? If you haven’t, please do, and give me your reaction…

By: marzee

marzee — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 17:11:09 +0000

Oh Mona, I want to hear the full story of the Greek boy and the orphaned girl! What a wonderful introduction to such a love. Write a book about it!
My husband’s grandfather is currently dying. He and his wife have a beautiful story that begins with her mother who came from a family of aristocrats and turned away from them to marry the gardner’s son of their summer house. She was disinherited – and well bred and graceful Grandma Raquel continued the tradition of marrying for love. She died only a few years ago and left Grandpa Dick heartsick. His then robust health, rapidly declined with her loss. He now lays in the fetal position as he starves towards each step that will take him back to his love. It won’t be long now. . . . and as my eyes well, I think how wonderful it will be when he may escape the pain and return to his home, which will be eternally in her arms.
There is much to be said for the quiet example of true love, the kind that influences generations to honor and lift their companions through the eternities.
Thank you for your thoughts.

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 09:02:59 +0000

Jane, Thank you for your wishes and support of Musings! I am bit by bit, my fellow Brit, falling in love with England. Is it just my imagination, or are the skies BLUER and the birds happier here????

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 08:58:26 +0000

Heidi — 60! Wow. That is one thing about being the oldest that I appreciate — having my parents a little longer into MY old age.

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 08:57:10 +0000

Heidi, You have often made reference to your parents at Musings and I was thinking of you and them as I wrote this post. Their example will prove invaluable to you.

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 08:56:09 +0000

Sharon, As we are living in the home of another family for ten days until our Kew flat opens up, I totally understand what you are saying. Their spirit is here and yet we do not feel like intruders, but rather like they are wrapping us up in a warm welcome to all that is theirs. I hope you feel the same!

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 08:53:59 +0000

Angel, I’m delighted that your picked up on the story so fast and that you appreciated the reference to “whimsy” about the house. I’ve never been able to find the right way to describe it until I composed this post. It is so much more than a house, isn’t it? It was also hard to find a way to express myself in tribute to my parents…some things just don’t belong in words.

By: mona

mona — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 08:51:31 +0000

Oh Diana! It doesn’t surprise me either that you came from such steady stock. I did not realize that your parents had been married nearly 60 years! At that age and stage of marriage – your whole lives are each other. God bless your dad.