Cityscapes | Central Park


 

 

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Wronged Objects ~~ Sadness


 

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Wronged Objects

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?

 

 

Pictured is my Grandmother’s musical sewing box. When opened it plays an instrumental “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.”   I would guess this was a popular song in 1919 when she was wed to my Grandfather William Palmer.  She passed away when I was around 5 or 6 so I don’t know if she brought this musical sewing box with her into the marriage or my Grandfather gifted it to her at one point during their marriage.  I do know that when she passed away my Dad, her son Edward G. Palmer inherited it. Then when my Dad died in 1995 it became mine. Before she married my Grandmother was a Milliner.

Because I was so young when she left the body I never really got to know her well. My memories of my Grandmother Eva are few and faint. Growing dimmer as time passes yet sometimes flashes of her being enter my mind.  Her musical sewing box remains a point of connection between us.  Every time I touch the box or turn it upside down to wind the key so that I may once again hear it’s wonderful musical refrain sometimes I sense a touch of sadness.  Sadness from the box because it is no longer touched, held or played on a regular basis anymore.  Sadness of missing it’s original owner. Wondering in fear what will happen when it’s current owner ~~ me passes from time into eternity.

Lately I’ve heard the box call out to me. Perhaps a part of my Grandmother’s spirit still resides within. Maybe through this precious musical sewing box she still calls out to me that during her lifetime she had many Sweethearts. Her parents. My Grandfather, all her children including the two boys lost to polio, my Dad who was nicknamed Precious because he was the only boy to survive. Her grandchildren.

So I vow to open and play you more often. I Love you Sweetheart. Not to worry I shall make provision for you. You are forever Precious in my sight.

The Mills Brothers recorded their version of the song in the year I was born 1959.

THE MILLS BROTHERS – SING BARBERSHOP HARMONIES

 

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother
Paternal Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jesus

Help ~~ The Parable of the Good Samaritan


 

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Help

I believe this Help Prompt is fitting for Good Friday as Christians worldwide acknowledge Jesus dying on the Cross for all humans and His Resurrection on Easter Sunday.  This sacrifice is the greatest Help I know.

I cannot say or define help any better than the story of the Good Samaritan as related in Luke 10:25-37.  Here is Jesus relating this parable.

Image from Google Photos

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Luke 10:25-37 

New King James Version (NKJV)

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25 And behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested Him, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?”

26 He said to him, “What is written in the law? What is your reading of it?

27 So he answered and said, “ ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind,’[a] and ‘your neighbor as yourself.’[b]

28 And He said to him, “You have answered rightly; do this and you will live.”

29 But he, wanting to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

30 Then Jesus answered and said: “A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. 34 So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 On the next day, when he departed,[c] he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’ 36 So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?”

37 And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.”

Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

Bill Withers Lean On Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Price Beauty or Fame?


Jacob Lawrence_Migration Series

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Price

What Price Beauty or Fame?

As many of you may know I work as a Security Officer in a museum so I am Blessed to be surrounded by Beautiful Works of Art all day long.  No matter which wing or section of the museum I am posted I always find artworks with limitless intrinsic value.

One of the many repetitive questions I get from museum visitors is “What is the most expensive painting/artwork in the museum?”  At first I was puzzled that one could be in a gallery full of Rembrandts, Vermeers, Caravaggio’s, John Singer Sargent, Manet, Monet, Degas or any of many gifted artists and seek only to know a price tag!  Well since I’ve now been working at the museum for eight years I’m used to the question and no longer offended. Still a bit puzzled but I suppose for some people it is human nature to want to know the cost.  I explain to the visitors that most of the artworks are donated to the museum, there are some purchases but very few.

I am not an artist. At least not a visual artist in that respect. Many of my fellow guards are artists. I highly respect them and artists throughout all ages and eras.  I admit to being a late blooming photographer and a frenetic writer!  I often introduce myself as a Writer masquerading as a museum security guard!!

 

Being possessed of a sensitive nature I absorb what’s around me. My favorite art in the museum are paintings. I feel paintings speak to me. They tell me a story.  Even landscapes and still lifes have some tale to impart to the viewer. Since my job can be monotonous and boring in between patron queries I allow the paintings to tell me their stories. Also as the Tour Guides and Docents introduce various genres of art and artists to the visiting public I’m there soaking up their wisdom like a sponge. Many times when I get home I’ll listen to art classes and studies which are readily available on YouTube.  When I can I may purchase a book or catalog on a specific exhibit or artist who has taken my fancy.

Many of these artists were not appreciated, famous or in some cases able to make a decent living via their art. Most only gained fame long after their deaths. Some who became famous during their lifetimes did not necessarily have happy lives.

One of the best things about working for a museum in New York is that my ID card enables me to get into any New York City museum for FREE!!  So all those trips to various museums you have read about cost me nothing except for the food and any item I purchase from the gift shops.

 

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The Daily Post ~~ You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”

1984

You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

Rats, Roaches, Waterbugs and the only way out involves a Cliff precipice or a creaky old wooden foot bridge across a bottomless chasm!!  Heights are not my friend. Sounds like that Horror movie Saw!!