Happy Birthday dear LouLou, Happy Birthday to you!
I feel like LouLou is one of the great inspirational forces in my life; she loves God, people and good conversation with the same gusto I do. Most of you know I dance with the daffodils because of her. She was born on November 8, 1906. It stretches my mind to reflect on the staggering changes she's witnessed in her lifetime.
Today, as I reflected on what to tell you about her that I haven't already shared, hundreds of memories flitted through my mind. I must get them on paper and that is among my more pressing goals.
In these last few months as her hold on this world has become more tenuous, there are two things that have consistently penetrated the fog enveloping her. One thing is the hymns that she has loved for a hundred years. The other thing is the words of her favorite poems, like L'Envoi by Rudyard Kipling. Up until September, she could recite these words with very little prompting:
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and, faith we shall need it--lie down for an aeon or two,
'Til the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!
And those that were good will be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair;They shall find real saints to draw from--Magdalene, Peter and Paul;They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
I love you LouLou.