Next stop, Kalispell, Montana where I had the opportunity to
catch up with a distant relative (Gina) and her family; what an awesome visit
we had.
Thanks to her husband Hans, we ventured out on Flathead Lake
on kayaks and enjoyed a beautiful evening ride. Gina relaxed and let Hans chauffer her around
since she was recovering from a medical procedure. Though my kayaking skills
are nil and improvement is definitely needed, I was grateful for Hans’ patience
and guidance! Sorry folks, no kayaking pictures; thought it best to leave the phone/camera
behind.
The remainder of the weekend brought time to relax, chat, read, meditate and
catch up on the last 35+ years. Neither of us could remember—oh memory; wait, make that oh memories! We reminisced
about horseback riding as kids, tried hard to remember the last time we
actually saw each other, and enjoyed discussing the Huss ancestry.
Thanks Gina for sharing the old memories and making new ones...
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Our chatting room... |
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Gina's fingerpainting tree! |
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Meditation garden statute...note the frog :) |
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Georgeous flowers! |
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Fresh greens from the garden |
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Flathead cherries...YUM!! |
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Leif's guitar...listened to many tunes...thanks Leif! |
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Ahh, barefoot in real grass! |
One last note, I wanted to share a poem written by Gina reflecting on Grandma Huss (in my case Great-Grandma Huss) and her love. Hope you enjoy as much as I did!
Grandmother’s
Mosaic of Love
Pieces of love stitched
with prayers.
Treasures of time tossed
towards the shore,
Oceans of color etched
with love.
Quilts of hope, drowning
our sorrow.
Stories in scraps, mosaics
of love;
Grandmother’s blessings
stitched into time.
Eyes that twinkle. Stars sparkling.
Fireflies dance.
And sunlight catches on
the splashing water.
Dewdrops hold a world of
mystery and so do tears.
Mosaics in time, discarded
and tossed into the field of summer.
Darkness and light,
mosaics of color stitched by hand.
A quit is a story of all
that has past.
Boys to war, the bottle
kills slowly, to watch
Death come turns hearts to
stone.
Girls with their babies
bundled with dreams.
Stitches in time on
patches of love.
Blessings and dreams in
twinkling eyes,
Grandmother’s mosaic of
love.
Gina
Garlie August 11, 2002
(My grandmother was so loving. She made quilts for all her
children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. I know that she stitched
prayers and blessings into each and every quilt.)