In Memory

Patty Riddle Bowman
January 25, 1935 - June 8, 2009



Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost (1875-1963)

Just this

Every year since Sara was killed, Larry and I have given a small art award to the art student at Surry Central High School who best promoted art in the school. We did this because Sara had such big plans for the Art Club and the Art classes for her senior year.

Every year, we have been contacted by the art teacher with the students’ and her choice for the winner and Larry would present this award on Awards Day. This year I emailed the art teacher, since she never got in touch with us, with plenty of time for her to contact me and let me know who the student was so we could order the plaque. I sent the email to the address she used last year.

She never even bothered to contact me at all.

I know this means NOTHING to her but we are both hurt and insulted by this. We did this, not for the glory of the school but to honor our only child and to honor a child who loves art as much as Sara did.

Nablopomo #8

Busy day today.

We put flowers on the graves.

I went to Walmart to get some photos copied for Mama's friend. I made her a little album and am making one for Mama's brother and sister too. Came home and unloaded the junk food I got too and a small table just right for sewing or the laptop.

We decided to go out to dinner after I talked to luin77 on the phone and yes, Jenny, I ate steak! Just for you! We went to Goober's.

We sprayed the garden with Miracle-gro when we got home. We have tiny peppers and tomatoes but our plants all look a bit yelloe and puny so we decided maybe the fertilize spray might help. I hope it works.

Larry got some rum for me to make vanilla flavoring. I bought this bottle with vanilla in it... you just unroll the vanilla, pour in the rum and let it age for about 3 months. THAT's where the rum has gone!

And with that, I bid you goodnight!