Mary Etta (Mae) Jones-Alton 1898-1951

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Hard to believe that the grandchildren of this Lady had no idea what she looked like because she had passed away when they were just less than 5 years old. Photo`s were not taken too often because of the cost of them and few people had camera`s.

How this photo came to our possession, it was in a shoebox of Family photo`s that belonged to her husband and this man was their Grandfather.When the Gandfather passed away all of his personal belongings went to their Father and when he passed it came to his daughter.The shoebox of photo`s and Family bible where in a filing cabinet for a number of years,until I started looking at them.

The search for whom this women has taken several years of research and questions to as many people that were related.Most of it was found through Ancestry network and Latter Day network. It was casting a stone into a pond and the ripple effect was how this unfolded.

Time, vanished in the Mist

Time, vanished in the Mist


Its two whole years since Mom has passed,

That time has gone, vanished in the mist.

Why is it time, sometimes drags,

And other times its just zooms in a blink.



There isn’t a day that goes by and we reflect,

About Her and I know she is fine.

I wonder if She looks in on us, She must,

To see how we are doing.?., always caring.



The mantle on the fireplace is now full,

Of pictures of relatives that have passed on.

I am having a solitary memorial in this room,

Might as well, I can toast them, they are all here.



The pictures are positioned, Elders first,

Not in any unique order, just placed by Families.

There is Great-Grandma, Great-Grandpa, all special,

There funny stories still retold time and again.



Then Grandma and Grandpa, they are still fresh in mind,

Time has slowly eased the pain of their departure, slightly.

But a small twinge pokes your heart when you gaze,

At their pictures, smiling, twinkles in the eyes, eternal, now.



What disbelief that so much time has crept away,

Where has it gone, just like its yesterday.

The words, that echo, “I can’t believe they have gone”,

As you sip to their memory, “here’s to you all”.



You, finish looking at the pictures, your lineage ,

You sit and gaze from a comfortable chair.

Content, to sip and remember them, your folks,

When you were small, then they grew old, mellows you.



Soon, your drink is done, they are properly respected,

You say a prayer for them and hum a special song.

Soon, the warmth of the alcohol, makes you drowsy,

You nod, fall into a restful sleep, into Dreams, from somewhere.



Its, been two years since Mom has passed,

That time has vanished in the mist.

Bruce Nuckowski

2012


The Thrill of Living

To watch the sun set in the west

Without regretting;

To hail its advent in the east-

The night forgetting

To touch the cup with eager lips

And taste, not drain it;

To woo and tempt and court a bliss

And not attain it;

To fondle and caress a joy, yet

Hold it lightly;

Lest it become necessity and cling

Too tightly;

To smother care in happiness and

Grief in laughter;

To hold the present close – not

Questioning hereafter;

To have enough to share – to

know the joy of giving;

to thrill with all the sweets of

life – is living.


We miss you,Mom.



Women are in charge, not a question, but a statement !

Hi Joe;

Its sure is another hot one in the country today and tell you what I am outstanding in my field. Not, real good at what I do but, I am outside standing in the field, while the women folk are inside.

I don’t want to complain about this arrangement but sometimes it don’t seem fair and I mentioned that fact to the misses. Well, she says you know you are right, so, lets sit down and talk about it.

She says we both get up at the same time and she lists off she has to do before the kids get on the bus. So, far all I have to do is go to bathroom and have a coffee and sit down and try to wake up. I, mentioned I would like to help with some of those chores.?

Well, help I, did do, was not up to equality of the misses and she said I move too slow. I said I had all day to work and do stuff, so what’s the hurry?. Well, that maybe so, but the kids have to leave in an ½ hour, so move it!!!. I, tried to do as she asked and then I was asked to sit down and get outta the way.??.

So, I tried this for the next hour and you know she left me outstanding in the field where I started from. So, I decided its fair that she be inside and I can manage outside, only I am going to move a little quicker so I can have a break on time.

The critters all seem to be fine with my time schedule and as far as I know none of then were complaining. So, if they were, it just sounded like they were saying hello and hurry up with food. I, think I will get one of the kids to help me, might go quicker.

Because, they have the same problem as I do, we are in the way and we are asked to get outta of the kitchen. When she gets rolling in there its like a “flying ninja with the Ganske razor-sharp knifes” making up stir fried sushi and egg omelets and I don’t know where the extra arms come from either.

So, yes if you are in the way you might end up as part of the main course or become slightly injured with a wallop up side of your head. Boys, come with your poppa, its safer over here and we can finish the chores too.

Well, looks like its time for some breakfast, and its only 6:45 a.m., so Joe how’s your day??.

Write to you all later, say hi to your misses.

Bruce

A tribute to the most excellent women.

Welcome back everyone and to-days story is going to be about: a tribute to the most excellent women, lady, sister, wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother and great grandmother I have had the pleasure to know. Margaret Ellen Edwards. Yes ,she is unique and an original and they don’t make them like that any more. But, lucky thru her children and her grandchildren she is always with us and some of our children even bear her middle name in her memory; that made sure she would be remembered. All her descendents will be the living reminder of her legacy and life. She passed away not long ago.

With out doubt, your Mother (Margaret) will be the most significant individual in our lives. Your lives, were once totally dependent on her for our every need. Many believe that we search for aspects of the mother child relationship during our entire lives. She was your first love and will never be gone from your heart. You will always be in her heart now and in the great beyond. Try telling her not to love you, try telling her to forget you existed. It is impossible. Unless you are a mother yourself, you will never understand the passion of this love. Your mom is such a women, you are blessed as am I and the story goes like this…….she, has and always will put all others ahead of herself.



She, put in a lifetime of devotion and love for her children, that only a mother can give …she willingly gave of herself! Your Mother is seriously ailing, she needs your love and support.(she won’t ask anything of you all that she couldn’t do herself and if she could, would rather do it herself) If, you could, some of you, would take her place and ease her suffering for just a short time.



Her passing away will be a test of everyone’s determination, its your history, perhaps later a lesson will be learned., maybe an unrequited question will linger. And these damn mysteries of life will remain just that, a mystery, unanswered sometimes and some of you needn’t worry it as it is beyond your acuity.



Some of your lessons about life were taught as you sat at her knee and she breathed the little words of comfort and wisdom to you. She dried your tears, wiped your nose ,your little behind’s and kissed you and made it all better and now its your turn. Yes, its her time. She needs her tears to be dried and given a warm embrace and comforting words in her final days. These lessons are now your way of life. Pass it forward.



Later, occasional thoughts of her former presence will enter your mind and for a while you will sense a guilt about not visiting her resting place. This is where you will admit to yourself that you will go the next time and pay your respects. Its up to you, it always has been. In the end tranquility will come to you .



You seek inner soul reconciliations , so we can continue with our lives, so that we can deal with your own life’s conclusions intimately, which we all will face. Your mom has thought about this more readily than she would admit.. There were minor hints in her manner and you will have seen a change in her. There is nothing you can do or say that will dissuade her thoughts now, this is her moment. Like it or not its your time also and now you and Mom are entitled to live this experience out together. It will be difficult to talk to her about these feelings as she will no doubt be unable to do so.



All we can hope is that when the big sleep comes to us, its arrives quietly. Just like a silent canoe that glides thru the still waters of a lake as we paddle, to drink in the beauty that nature offers and quietly reflect our simple thoughts, as the warming breezes waft our face and a little hum begins a new day. Our departure kindly begins a eternal voyage, we become forever young again and leave free and unconfined of the worldly care’s and anguish.



Leonard Alton (her son) wrote a verse called “the canoeist” in this poem he describes very vividly the feelings, the sounds and the surroundings that you can picture and feel the familiarity of being in that canoe. I find comfort in it and reflect as it brings in focus that time passes by quickly (tempus fugit) and before we know it we are thinking about our own mortality often. Is, this what it will be like, a long canoe trip with never-ending days.?



Use your imagination here, we all have preconceived notions of what death is like, as well as the hereafter and we model to make ourselves feel better because we are all worried of this fact and many don’t want to face it. I think this is why many people find a renewal in their faith because of this fact and they want to be prepared to meet their Maker in peace and harmony with themselves and the rest of the World.



This is conspicuous when you see your children, Grandchildren and your aging parents, aunts and uncles that are slowly, gracefully passing thru time and awaiting their turn to meet their entitlements. Its at this time most of us will reflect back when we might have been kids ourselves and think about the antics our parents, and relatives did to make us laugh and enjoyed their lives. Many have passed away now, but their memories linger in our thoughts and hearts.

Life isn’t fair and nobody really cares about your self esteem unless its you. If, you look around life is still rolling along as though nothing has happened. Life continues at a dedicated rate!! A new life is given every 8 seconds and an another life taken every 12 seconds. Mom has shown the courage to continue for as long as it takes and to get as much enjoyment in her remaining time as possible! And to enjoy the fruits of her work hard, her children, grandchildren and great Grandchildren.

Not sure of what you can count on, if you have faith of religion or a position of inner succor, I guess this is where you will find what you seek!., what’s your question? Behold, “the fleeting canoe” awaits you l! Good luck on your journey!

*Act independently and decide your own fate.







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