Monday, August 16, 2010
Pueblo AIDS Memorial Quilt #5
Well, this picture is pretty blurry, but it will just have to do until I can get another camera. We only have this installment and then one more and we will be done with the Pueblo AIDS Memorial Quilt.
In the upper left corner we have
As I recall Robert served in the USMC.
Marty was a very good friend of mine and spent a lot of time at my house. The coins you see on the panel are AA tokens representing 13 years of sobriety. Each one says "To thine own self be true." Marty was good at that! She came one day to my house and we were in the front yard. The neighbors had an old red turkey that ranged free. This old tom turkey decided he wanted to set on Marty's lap! We laughed so hard that day! But that was Marty! Rather then being afraid or offended she could find humor in most situations!
Her biggest mistake in her life was being a good wife. Like so many women I meet, and men too for that matter, love is a killer.
At the bottom on the red panel we have
I do not know how tall Dennis was but I am sure it was about 6'5". When I would turn around and find myself eye level with a belt buckle I knew Dennis had arrived! He was a pretty solitary soul and kept to himself, but if I worked it just right, I could get a smile out of him. This part is very sad; one year he came in and handed me a small envelope right before Christmas. I opened it and inside found a note card with a teddy bear. Dennis had written; "Thank you for being my friend" and enclosed a $1.00 bill! He did not have much, but he would share what he had. That card made my Christmas that year! I still have that card and someday when I am no longer alive, someone will find that card and I sincerely hope it brings a tear to their eye also.
Here, among the dancing Indians, we find my friend Shirley .
Shirley loved Indians and may actually have been part Indian. Another case of a woman loving a man.
Brent was a southern gentleman in the truest sense of the words. Very genteel and very easy to talk to. Miss that boy a lot!
Sometimes this is all I allowed to put on a pane, but when I see it, I remember and so does his mother.
Another one. This belongs to a teacher and the first thing he had to teach me was how to pronounce his first name. First we had to spell it so I could visualize how to pronounce it. Whole process took almost 15 minutes and I will say this, I remember to this day and will probably never forget! A wonderful man who loved a wonderful woman.
There you have this one! This has stirred up a lot of memories, but they are mostly good. Of course part of all memories is sad, but the good is there also. So I bid this batch of my friends a good night and a fond farewell. It was a very trying year.