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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (53517)	7/18/2000 10:22:39 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Yes! We are putting in a bid. With the assist from select cousins, I hope to convince the padre to put in a bid that is high enough. We can work out the details later. We're a large clan and not a one of us doesn't want it. We can pitch in. So long as they know I am the padre's chosen second. (gotta be clear 'bout these things, and I wouldn't have minded not having the job, but he chose me for it, so there ya go) It is SO gorgeous. There's an ol' country lane you can walk up from the holler to it, and disappear into another time and land. I have pics that I'll download if anyone can put them on so everyone can see. It's a sight to behold. And, aye, she is me in another time. Years ago my mother made copies of a picture of her and had them framed for all us girls. I had mine sitting so that I saw it from my bed and had to move it. It's like looking at a dead picture of myself, or a picture of my dead self. Or of the sister before me. We are both spitting images of her. I grew up on stories of her. I remember the fall of '81 when I stayed with my granny and we'd sit on the screened-in front porch and she'd tell me stories. Annie was the main story. I'd ask her more and more about her. And I had a friend, who is gone now, who, especially if she was feeling bad, would lean up against me and say, "tell me about Annie." My granny's favorite was about her last words. She was best friends with her sister, Elizabeth. (who married the man who Annie had her kids by) Elizabeth was younger, but died first. As she died, Annie threw her arms wide open and called out, "Elizabeth!" They're buried next to each other in one cemetary, with E's son who died in WWI on the other side. The husband is buried in another cemetary. (that amuses me..hehe) Her blood is in the land. You can feel it when you walk it.