My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word,
to make you hear; to make you feel-it is,
before all, to make you see.
That, and no more and it is everything.
I am sitting here looking through photos on my computer trying to write a post for Wednesday and every once in awhile I turn my head to watch those Turkeys strut about the field without a care in the world. They wandered up to fence yesterday morning and had the nerve to sit and watch My Hero and me sitting enjoying our breakfast at the window just out of reach of my camera lens. There are three Toms and six hens and they call this home and I am sure they are to live here for a very long time. They will never get an eviction notice from me.
I am also looking at photos of my Mom holding a baby duck in her hands that my niece and her beautiful daughters brought along with a fluffy little bunny named Cutie. My Mom is smiling and laughing and talking to the duck and the bunny with soothing words. We are all standing in Mom’s kitchen gathered in a big family circle while this is going on all of us smiling and completely engrossed in Mom’s happiness. This brings so many memories back for Pearly and I as we watch her daughter and grandchildren share this moment.
Pearly’s daughter is such a generous soul and knew her Nanny would love to see the animals from her farm. Four generations of happiness sharing love and happiness. What could be better than that? Oh this was such a glorious moment and I am sure this memory will never leave any of our minds. I am so blessed to have so many good memories erasing any bad that may have come into this life of mine.
The tears roll down my cheek with happiness but also a sadness knowing there are a lot of people who have memories that are not as pleasant and stick like glue (another Grandma saying) and they need to get them out to move on and continue on with those happy memories, those ones they sometimes struggle to pull out. Sometimes they put on their best front but lurking behind that smile or laughter is that incident that changed their life forever always churning just below the surface. They do not think they should share it because it may be too painful and others may not understand even though you know you have knowledge of survival that may help them someday. Reliving this through their writings can be extremely painful, this horror you tried to forget, yet something you must do to escape its grip.
I am talking about our Feral Woman and her Foresterman's story of survival and the cool head thinking in a situation most of us have never had to face nor want to. Their recounting the stories of sitting in the middle of a firestorm in Montana and watching life as they knew it disappear is riveting and needs to be shared.
This is our factual account of what happened here
on the night of July 3, and early morning of July 4, 2012,
concerning the Taylor Creek Fire,
which burned over 65,000 acres;
this was later added to the Ash Creek Fire Complex,
for a total of over 300,000 acres burned total in our area.
Yes I have tears in my eyes looking at photos of my Mom smiling and living her life making beautiful memories for me and my family knowing that I am truly blessed while others are going through or have gone through things that will never be forgotten but are taking the time to share it with others so we can all learn and be grateful for what we have.
Thank you Feral Woman and Mr. Foresterman I appreciate every segment. Your strength and courage to share this and to help others understand is to be commended. I am so very proud to call you my friends.
If you want to read the story that I am talking about, something that makes me rush to my computer first thing every morning even though I know the ending and most times it makes me cry while I sit here in my lovely kitchen looking out at those taunting turkeys, and those photos of my Mom’s smiling face while thinking about how truly blessed I am……… go check this out.
Be happy my friends.