Sunday, October 29, 2006

My Mother...


My mother...Phyllis Mae Richardson Fisher is my friend. She has always been there for me. When I was little I knew that when I got home from school, she would be there and she would have something special for my brother and I to snack on. What stands out in my memory is "Soapapilla's" when I was in the 2nd grade, and Armenian Cucumber's soaked in vinegar in the 6th grade! Our home was always spic and span and our yard was a gardener's paradise. She made my clothes for me when I was in kindergarten through 2nd grade, made me take piano lessons, made paper dolls for me, and let me watch her while she painted. After I had back surgery in 2001, she came out of retirement and started a home-based business with me.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Reflections of the Past in Purple...


This still life picture reflects the past in a collage of some of the purple items that I have gathered over the years. The purple slab of rock was a birthday present from my brother. (He knows that purple is my favorite color!) He bought it from our Great-Uncle Gail who lives down in Ajo, AZ. Uncle Gail is known as the "Butterfly Man" in the rock world. He creates butterflies out of many different rocks, and his creations are in the Ajo Historical Society Museum up the road from the Greenway Mansion.
The purple butterfly pictured here is "Fourite" with brass legs. It free stands on four legs. "Plastic" purple flowers lay in a purple glass dish that once belonged to Uncle Gail's brother, Uncle Bob and his wife Aunt Alma. The two purple bottles belonged to Uncle Bob and Aunt Alma as well. The purple "hippie" shoe was carved by Uncle Gail's older brother, Walter, who is my maternal grandfather. He carved the shoe out of pine, when I was in the 4th grade in nineteen sixty something! Then my mother dyed the shoe in purple food coloring and I glued it to a slab of moss agate that I bought in my Uncle Gail's rock shop! My grandfather carved the high heeled shoe in 1971. The last item is a "Lucky Locket Kiddle" made in Hong Kong by Mattel in 1966. The patent was still pending! The one pictured here is one that I found about 10 years ago in an antique store in Cheyenne, WY. The original one that my mother bought me is glued to a cigar box (that was painted lavendar) and sprinkled with glitter. I would love to find one with the little doll that was inside! I think that the one I got when I was little had lavendar or purple hair...not sure though! I still have the box.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Wedding Poem by Janey Loree Fisher



This wedding card is sent with a special prayer,
That when one calls, the other will always be there.
Stay honest with each other with nothing to hide,
And no matter the issue-stay on the same side.
Remember you have promised
“until death do us part”,
And that problems are solved,
when viewed from the heart.
By Janey Loree Fisher
Copyright 2006

Monday, October 16, 2006

Forgiven...

I watched a movie on the Slueth channel yesterday that got to me. Randy Quaid played a man (Dillon) that was sentenced to death for murdering three young women. He was sentenced to die in the electric chair. He woke up on the morticians table, to the chagrine of the mayor who won his candidacy because of his stand on the death penalty.
The warden called a psychiatrist in to evaluate the prisoner because Dillon claimed he had no memory of his past. He passed the psych test with no aggressive tendencies, causing a stay of his re-electrocution until he was re-evaluated. Also Dillon was having visions that helped the FBI solve some past and future cases using the sketches he gave them. Among the many visions he had he told the psychiatrist about the man in her life and that she would loose someone close to her.
Dillon finally convinced the psychiatrist to show him everything in his folder and as he watched the horrifying pictures that lay on the table before him and heard the explanations covering the wrongs he had done, he wanted to know how he could do such things.
During his retrial before the mayor, one of the victims' sister testified that she did not see a changed man and told him that "There was no forgiveness from her or from God" when Dillon asked for forgiveness. At this point the prisoner got one of his headaches that proceeded a vision, fell on the floor, started fighting the guards, and threw himself out the window, so that he could find a way to exonerate himself.
He went to a young women's house, broke in, grabbed a knife, called the psychiatrist (who had a tap on her phone along with 24 hour security) and asked her if she would forgive him if he killed again. The call was traced and the police quietly broke into the young women's house to find her sleeping undisturbed by "Dillon", but totally frightened by being awakened by the FBI. The knife was found propped against the womens' bedroom television.
The psychiatrist received one more call from a church where the victim's sister was a special speaker to a group of people victimized by crime. Dillon asked her to "find him" and he put the phone on the table and hid outside among the parked cars. When the sister went to her car, she was confronted by a recently released prisioner. She had protested his release by saying that men like him didn't spend their time in prison regretting what they had done, they looked for someone to blame.
She was right, that someone to blame was her and the prisoner pulled out a gun to shoot her. Dillon stepped in front of two bullets that pierced his heart and upper chest. The police arrived in time to shoot the prisoner. The sister called for an ambulance and the pyschiatrist came running to Dillon's side. The psychiatrist realized the person close to her was Dillon not her FBI guy. Lying in the arms of the sister he had saved, and after the priest read him his last rights, Dillon once again asked for forgiveness. The sister granted him his last right...

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Music from Heaven...

Well, when you listen to music sung by about fifty of the top voices in Christian music (all together)...that is what it sounded like! Music from Heaven. I was on my way out of the house to go to work in our Paper Doll Factory, when I heard some old time hymns being sung. The music was coming from my mother's television and I had to go see who was singing. The singing was Bill Gaither and his Friends! The singers were sitting in pews, as the camera panned each face from the view of the pulpit. Lacy dresses, sheer shawls, and HATS! clothed the women as their happy faces glistened from recent tears of joy. Three basses sat together on the front row and joined their deep voices to the songs. We will certainly be buying the Church in the Wildwood music videos being offered on that program.
There is nothing like the old classics that fill your heart with hope and inspiration. I felt like I had been to church and was sitting in the presence of God himself...as I wiped the tears off my face, I went out to the office with a lighter heart and a spring in my step!




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