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May 27, 2011 2:31 AM CST
|What a lovely story Sharon and what a beautiful rose! I hope you've given your children starts of it and they to their children so it stays in your family forever |
My cousin took a start of my grandma's climbing rose when she died and it continues to bloom.
I absolutely love roses. Their fragrance and beauty totally dwarf their thorns.
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May 27, 2011 4:44 AM CST
|Such a satisfying article. It filled me right up. I am smiling!|
May 27, 2011 6:48 AM CST
|A lovely story and I agree, what a lovely heirloom it would be for your children to have. We had a wild rose bush (yellow with a wonderful scent) in the yard when I was growing up. I too wanted to get close...and got a few scratches, but oh how I loved to put my nose in the center of those petals!|
The bush was removed years later, and what I would do now for a sprig of that bush now!
May 27, 2011 7:12 AM CST
boojum said:Such a satisfying article. It filled me right up. I am smiling!
perfectly said! Wonderful story, Sharon!
May 27, 2011 8:08 AM CST
| Laughing at "my mother was an enabler!" |
This was a joy to read, and made me think of my Aunt Kitty's irises. They have been through several moves, and are going to be bigger and fuller this year than ever before. Aunt Kitty has been gone almost 15 years now, but I still tell everyone about my irises, and my Aunt Kitty.
So I loved this story of your *stunning* roses, Sharon!!!
May 27, 2011 9:03 AM CST
|wonderful story Sharon! such a happy way to begin the day.|
Beautiful Rose too! It sure does seem to love you :)
I can also understand about your Grandad and his cane...my Grandad had a cane and it was like an extension of his arm. He also used his cane to keep us kids in line, trip us up if we were running in the house, and, in his oldest years, he used it to poke pretty ladies in the behind
May 27, 2011 9:20 AM CST
|Lee Anne my grandfather had a cane that he also used for the latter.|
May 27, 2011 10:03 AM CST
|Oh good. You liked the story. |
Thank you so much!
This is the part I left out:
***Granny Laurie had some kind of white fabric-like tape and one day I borrowed a few inches of it to take outside with me. Granny Laurie didn't ask why and I didn't tell. I'd seen a woman in church on Easter Sunday and on her shoulder she wore what I now know was a corsage. It had green leaves and a bright red rose and was tied together with a red ribbon that formed a bow with ends that dangled down the front of her dress.
I knew better than to ask Granny Laurie for a ribbon, she didn't use ribbons at all. But I remembered her tape.
I broke off a twig of 3 or 4 roses and another of the asparagus and wrapped them together using the tape. I left its ends loose so they would dangle down my shoulder, just like the woman wore in church. The trouble was, I didn't have much of a shoulder to pin it on, being only maybe 4 at the time, and I had no pin at all, and so I stuck it behind my ear and taped it to my hair.
I wore it proudly outside for awhile, weaving those loose ends of tape in and out of my long hair, making sure it was secure. Then I went inside, ready for exclamations of admiration from the adults.
It was the bees that caused the problems; they went inside with me. By the time the grown-ups had batted at the bees that came in on the corsage, and by the time they'd jerked that corsage this way and that trying to untangle it from my hair, I was in tears and so were they. I barely survived that time. The bees didn't survive at all. ***
May 27, 2011 10:09 AM CST
May 27, 2011 12:05 PM CST
|What a precious child|
May 27, 2011 12:09 PM CST
|Lovely story, Sharon--- really enjoyed it! The bee mini-story was delightful as well~ |
May 27, 2011 12:56 PM CST
|How can I pass up a wonderful story like this? -I can't, it just pulls me in! Very nice. |
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May 27, 2011 1:15 PM CST
|I like sharing my memories with all of you, and even happier that you might enjoy reading about them. |
The thing about this rose is that it is not really a memory, it's a reality that's now on my roof.
Gotta do something about that!
May 27, 2011 2:23 PM CST
|How great is this!?|
Love the story, love the history, love that rose, too. And now this thread of conversation, icing on the cake!
Good going, Sharon! Always looking forward to more....
May 27, 2011 2:56 PM CST
You gotta ladder?? I'm going to need some help up there.
I swear that rose is crawling its way across my roof.
May 27, 2011 3:01 PM CST
|Sharon, it is just trying to hug you.|
May 27, 2011 3:13 PM CST
|Ha! Maridell, trust me, we don't want to get hugged by that rose. It is so full of thorns. I was just out there, and high over my head, the canes wave. I need to dress in armor, I think, with those long gloves like welders wear, up to my shoulders. |
It is a mess and I hate to cut it back, but I can't have it growing across my house.
May 27, 2011 3:19 PM CST
|I suppose it needs to be managed before it becomes unmanageable...does not sound like a fun job.|
May 27, 2011 3:28 PM CST
|Thank you, Sharon, for another inspired story. As you know, I'm a bit under the weather today, and reading this lifted my spirits. Of all flowers, roses are the ones that seem to be associated with lots of memories, most of them pleasant. I know that's true for me. Perhaps I'll write about them one day.|
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May 27, 2011 3:37 PM CST
|I hope you do write about them, Larry. I love reading everything you write. |
I do hope you get so much better quickly. Nothing worse that feeling bad when there are flowers blooming.
Thanks for reading this memory.