The Moving Blues

Terri Webster Schrandt’s challenge to us this morning on Sunday Stills is to find something that is glacier glue. Since I have avoided cold for the past 35 years, my photos reflect my life style choices.

But now we’ve moved, and still no glacier blue pictures. Like Terri, I walked by a treasure, my brother’s high school pottery project on my counter top waiting to go to the office.

As squared UP as I could get it for Becky B’s Square Up Challenge

My brother isn’t artistic in a traditional way, but Mom had kept all of his pottery masterpieces, which were very heavy. They had been in our garage for 20 years. Vince brought them out, and they stayed outside during the moving process while I got the blues as I debated about what to do with them.

One piece was particularly ugly, something that only a mother could love. I thought about mailing it to my brother, but then I thought about the cost of shipping. I hesitated, but on the last day in CA, sadly threw it away. It was maybe more glacial than this one.

I could not bring myself to give UP the other three pieces, so I stuffed them in the nooks and crannies in the car after Vince was already headed down the road – truly a last minute decision.

Now I’m so glad I did.

My friend Carol has the most unforgettable glacier picture on her blog the Eternal Traveler.

Attention Photographers

A hobby blogging friend of mine, Frank, is looking for photographers to collaborate with him on his website. He writes but wants to promote your photographs. It’s a great opportunity for fun and exposure. Contact him here. Collaborators – Beach Walk Reflections: Thoughts from thinking while walking (wordpress.com). 

Reminder

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Thanks for stopping by!

Author: Marsha

Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, a retired educator and wife of a retired realtor. My all-consuming hobby is blogging and it has changed my life. My friends live all over the world. In November 2020, we sold everything and retired to the mile-high desert of Prescott, AZ. We live less than five miles from the Granite Dells, four lakes, and hundreds of trails with our dog, Kalev, and two cats, Moji and Nutter Butter. Vince's sister came with us and lives close by. Every day is a new adventure.

55 thoughts on “The Moving Blues”

  1. Aww, a keepsake for sure, Marsha! Aren’t you glad you kept a few? Handmade treasures by the family are irreplaceable. Not sure if I have the moving blues quite yet as I have bought some key furniture pieces. Apparently, consumption makes me happy and chases away those blues, LOL!

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    1. I don’t really have the moving blues. It was a play on words. The blue pitcher and moving. 🙂 LOL. You are not going to get the moving blues. You are just going to be tired!!! Trust me. We walked 13,000 + steps the day we moved and the day after.

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        1. Selling is much harder. I couldn’t have done it without my neighbor, Carmen and her sister , Petra taking the reigns and running the show. I can never thank them enough. We HAD to purge!

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  5. I love the art made in one’s youth. There is an honesty to it which often escapes more polished pieces. I hope your brother is chuffed his work gets exposure and not disappointed his other piece was chucked.

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    1. He will never know about either. He doesn’t read my blog or do much on the computer at all. He’s not much of a traveler, and he probably forgot about them. I will always feel bad about the one piece, Norah. His art is honest, though, and very raw. I have a picture he painted of my grandfather that I cherish.

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        1. Not really. He like to take photos, but those aren’t very good either. Neither or us is super artistic. Our dad designed air conditioners and furnaces and was VERY artistic, though he never did much with it. Mom was as terrible as terrible could be artistically. Randy and I took after her. 🙂

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          2. She was a much more pleasant person to be with. When they divorced and she wanted us to stay with our dad because he could support us better, I went into hysterics. and I was fifteen! She took us on the bravest adventure of our lives and we lived happily ever after – except for her, of course. She never got over the sting of divorce.

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          6. Thanks, Norah. That she did. I’m more like her mother than like her, though. We had a great relationship and I was privileged to know my grandparents and great grandparents well.

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          9. It’s a pleasure, Marsha. It’s lovely to find out a little more about you.
            I wasn’t lucky enough to have close relationships with my grandparents. Two (one from each side) were gone before I was old enough to know them. My remaining grandmother, who I would dearly loved to have known better, had a stroke when she was 64 and I was 7 and she was paralysed and hospitalised unable to speak for 22 years before she passed. My remaining grandfather I saw some of but wouldn’t say the relationship was the warm and fuzzy they are often depicted as. He was just another person (occasionally) in my life.
            I think about my grandchildren. They have four grandparents and one great grandmother who all live close by and love them very much. They are very fortunate.
            Now I’ve blathered. 🙂

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          10. Norah, your poor grandmother. That is an unimaginably horrible situation. How sad for everyone involved. My brother’s wife’s mother had a somewhat similar situation – went from being a feisty nurse to a bed-ridden invalid who couldn’t talk. I am so happy that your grandchildren have the comfort and stability of having all of their grandparents. I appreciate your blathering. We should do another zoom call sometime. 🙂

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          11. It was terrible for my grandmother. It was difficult for my mum too. She was busy with ten children and made the trek to visit my grandmother at least once a fortnight. Sometimes more was required of her. Although she was the eldest of 5 siblings, no others lived ‘close’ enough to visit. I use the inverted commas because it took Mum about 6 or more hours each Sunday to visit. She’d go to Mass, cook the Sunday roast, feed us all, then catch a bus to the city (dirty, smelly lead-petrol-fuelled buses at the time) which took 11/2 hours. Then wait for a trolley bus to take her to a ferry, then a kilometre or more to walk uphill to the hospital. The reverse back home. She had 22 years of doing that. I never heard either complain. Nan always seemed happy to see us, seemed to know us and know what we were telling her. Amazing women, both of them. Thank you for giving me the opportunity of saying that. Of thinking that.
            Nan was 64 when she had her stroke. I worried for Mum when she turned 64 but she was safe. Mum passed almost a year after her 90th birthday. I then worried for me when I turned 64. So far so good. Fingers crossed. 🙂

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          12. Oh Norah, that is the stuff heroes are made of. What a trek. And you are one of ten children??? Wow. My parents were both only children, and I do have my brother. As far as strokes go, I think there is so much more that doctors can do. I take Atorvastatin every day for high cholesterol and my Mom’s cousin has taken it for 27 years with no sign of a stroke. He’s about 95 now. I do watch my weight and have normal blood pressure, so that helps, too. Take care of yourself. I’m sure you will be fine. I will keep you in my prayers, though. No need taking chances! 🙂

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    1. I thought about that, Hugh. He doesn’t travel well, and he lives in Oregon, probably 1,000 or more miles away. It may be a while before I see him. I hated to throw away his one vase but time forced some decisions. Thank you for your beautiful comment. 🙂

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    1. Yes, they do, now that they are not packed away in the garage! Imagine, now that I have less space, what I do have is closer to my fingertips. 🙂 Thanks for the comment, Janis. Have a great day. 🙂

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  11. hee hee I actually measured this as I didn’t see your ‘almost square comment’ until after I had been looking at it for a while! It is a wonderful treasure, but I will have to wait for an actual square for the next gallery!

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