Monthly Archives: August 2011

Winds racing across the dunes , sand traveled with each spray. The windows on the upper hallway were reinforced with broken boards, I found in the cellar, Hurricane Belle was arming herself know. This night I gave my word to sit aside you my dear friend, Mrs. Beale I will never leave your side>that night the old mansion creaked , most rooms were saturated,,there was no time to panic,, we had each other & that was all we knew”
Hurricane hit Eastern Long Island I was at Grey Gardens, ,,Jerry Torre

It was without a doubt Gods will to send you dear friends into my life,as his will has been done for all the years I have lived.. Ive been reminiscing more in the past years , as if I have reached my time to teach what I have been taught.

It is through the concern for my life , love so generously given me by my mentor Mrs.Beale. I have drawn on the experience that has shaped my very life all the more as I grow wiser.

Yes growing older & wiser for those who have shown me such kindness when I was so much younger. Tonight with the clouds passing under the stars I will reach out to my heavnely Father with all my friends in my prayers.Thank you for letting me say I love you dear friends.

It was only until recently that I could feel so comfortable with my thoughts on sounds of life, on a summer night. The eves around Mrs.Beale’s mansion would collect rainwater, and then it would cascade to the garden below. Nature’s timing had once again sounded true, for the first song of my underbrush critters began, crickets made their song heard.

Life has guided me to be kinder ,to listen to my brothers words, for the magic of life on our earth is fleeting ,and needs to be cherished.

Early dawn light would guide swans and birds of the sky to slant toward Georgica Pond, the webbed feet could be heard splashing as they landed. It is now mid summer, I will keep my eyes to the sky and ears to the wind for the great migration of wild geese is soon to break the horizon.