 This photograph is not of my cousin that I write of, but of a woman in Amsterdam (The Netherlands) who reminds me of my late cousin's essence in the form of: the head scarf tied under her chin; the thin-soled white sneakers; the colorful clothing; an ethnic look.... and the art of finding joy in what is clearly a hard life. *My cousin died in her mid-forties of cancer. Photograph by Jean Schugart-Schild. |  Beverly, with our cousin, Raymond, early 1940's. |
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9 Comments
Mary Pesez Kames
1/5/2015 07:07:58 am
I really love this story...you have captured the essence of your cousin and your unfolding graces in her presence...keep on going! 1/5/2015 09:27:04 am
Thank you, Mary. Your words mean a great deal to me. Keep in mind, I am always seeking Guest Writers, and now Guest Artists as well. ;)
Carol Jamison
1/6/2015 12:34:43 am
So sorry; so young. A nice remembrance, Fran. 1/6/2015 12:48:08 am
Thank you, Carol...one of my very first followers from the onslaught of this website! ;) Good of you to stop in! Beverly was a beautiful soul... and when I think of her I smile...
mary hanna
1/6/2015 12:03:25 pm
What a beautiful tribute to cousin Beverly. Thanks for sharing the memory. I could see her and feel her presence. Beautiful!
Laura Casal
1/6/2015 12:18:29 pm
Beautiful and sad at the same moment, which is life at its most real! 1/6/2015 10:02:08 pm
Laura, thank you for noting my work. One day, I hope you offer up your poetry to my Guest Writers Page. Some Valentines for February 2015 would be lovely! :) Bravo to your publications.
jean schild
1/18/2015 02:03:38 am
So bittersweet. Beverly sounded wonderful. Beautifully crafted piece Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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