Fwd: a picture for you

Hello everyone,

Wendy's poem was a good clue into the life of the Brown Family.  This touching poem about her mother will offer more.  For those of you who knew the Browns you will be amazed to see what the house looked like when they first bought it.  Yes, this is the beginning of the Thalia St. house.  Fortunately Don was a good carpenter.

 So many have said they can't think of my Dad without remembering Mom as well.  Here is the poem I wrote for her the morning she passed.

FOR WILMA

BY

HER DAUGHTER

WENDY BROWN

June 18, 2003

I heard the doves Coo-Cooing

As my Mother passed away.

Out on the next adventure

At the breaking of the day.

It was such a peaceful sound

And it set my heart at rest.

I knew that she was really gone,

And that she was truly blessed.

Her life was pure and simple.

I never saw her mad.

She took good care of me and Bill,

And she really loved my Dad.

They tied the knot in '39,

And were married sixty-five years!

She stuck with Dad through thick and thin,

Through laughter and through tears.

She was the second of five siblings,

And they were all real close.

She was a real good sister,

And about her they all boast.

My Gosh! She sure could grow things,

And her yard was recognized

By our local Garden Club

Who gave to her a prize.

From succulents and cactus

To gladiola bulbs,

She grew a huge selection,

And nurtured it with Love.

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She was quite a rock hound,

And liked to poke around

For special rocks and Indian stuff

Out lying on the ground.

Aunt Joyce got her started

Creating her mosaics.

She sold them at the Festival,

And had just what it takes;

To create things with her hands.

She made figurines in clay

Of all different kinds of animals

That she liked to give away.

She was a kind of second Mom

To a lot of kids in town.

They'd come frequently to visit,

And just liked to hang around.

I feel blessed to have my Mother

For all the years I did.

We made good times and memories

When I was just a kid.

From dancing class to stables,

To special shopping sprees,

Down to the beach at Thalia Street

To feel the ocean breeze.

She was there for all the special things

That happened in my life;

Recitals, proms, and graduation,

And when I became a wife.

She was a kind and gentle lady.

She was filled with lots of love.

She never spoke bad of anyone.

That's just the way she was.

And so the mourning doves came flying,

And took away my Mom

Upon their peaceful wings of Love

At the breaking of the dawn.

This is the note I sent back to Wendy.  I sent this to her, but I am now sending it to you.  

What is happening with and through you is why I am keeping people in touch with each other.  Because of you the history of Laguna that you know will be remembered and recorded.  Without the recording it will be as though it never happened once you die.  I did not do what you did so how can I remember.  Without you remembering and going to all of the work of recording your thoughts then all of it will be lost some day.  I  encourage you to stay on task and keep writing.

Dale

Here is another poem

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Wendy Brown
Date: Sat, Jul 29, 2017 at 4:38 PM
Subject: a picture for you
To: Dale & Marilyn Ghere <dmghere@gmail.com>


 Hi Dale,

This is the lot and garage at 449 Thalia Street that my folks bought from
Grandpa Hatch for $5,000.       These pictures are pretty funky.    My Mom
had them in a frame that was all taped together. I took it apart and
scanned these pictures of my humble beginnings.  My Aunt Betty may have some
as well.  She said the potty out back wasn't an outhouse, but wasn't part of
the garage either.  It was attached to the back of the garage on the
outside.

Yours,

Wendy
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