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When the town’s beloved, elderly, and feisty Lucy Powell died suddenly at age 95, all wondered how to peer into her belongings. Miss Powell had no relatives yet alive and no family to inherit a lifetime of her history. Her family was her community and friends.
Slowly, close friends began to assimilate bits of China, old books, quilts, and other items
into their own homes. That was when the diary was discovered. Who should take it? Who should even open it?
A diary
can paint a picture of
unrequited love with hearts
broken, hearts renewed, and love lost then found. Finding a worn diary, fringed from fingers turning pages over decades, awed all who gathered around.
Finally, Old Ms Alda Franklin stepped forward. I will
take it. She and I shared so many
memories… All agreed.
When Alda settled down into her rocker with a cup of
tea, she opened the cover and began reading each page. She chuckled, cried, gasped,
and sighed until she read the last page:
My life had meaning and gave me reason to exist. Touching
others, being kind and generous, loving those who are unloved: that is the
essence of life.
To
all who turn these pages: Go! Make your
life count!
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This Wednesday, Make every moment count has posted 6 to 12 words to be used by any blogger who wish to enjoy a break from the serious stuff. Use these words to write fiction, prose, poetry, flash fiction, etc. Either post it on your own site and link it back to Every Moment or make your addition to her blog site comment section.
The underlined bold italicized words are this week's words. Hope you enjoyed how they were used.
Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took up the the challenge. And also to River who grasped the baton to pass on, then to J. Blethers and now Every Moment. Brave bloggers, talented and devoted.
Go on with it! Fling yourself out into the unknown!
Good advice. Well written story.
ReplyDeleteAlways told my students that they would never regret being kind, but being mean would always be in their minds.
DeleteWise words indeed. Can count in many little ways
ReplyDeleteLittle ways I believe are best; they are hidden from prying eyes.
DeleteReally nice story with wise words! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteGlad that enjoyed the use of the 6 words!
DeleteBeautifully done! I see you have the link to Mondays Finish The Story working! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd how I wish her essence of life could be bottled. Or shared as a compulsory innoculation...
Yes...If only.
DeleteWhat a lovely story. Sad, but lovely.
ReplyDeleteAt least, she knew her community and friends would care for what she has left behind.
DeleteThis is such a thoughtful and touching story with a powerful message! Another excellent Wed. Words Susan!
ReplyDeleteJulie
Thank you very much. I hope you are enjoying a nice beginning of autumn.
DeleteThis is beautiful. People don't keep diaries much anymore. When the younger generations are elderly, there will be no written records for the next generations to read and marvel over. Online diaries (blogs) just aren't the same as a well thumbed old book.
ReplyDeleteSo very true. There will be no old photos in a box or diaries...nothing of paper.
DeleteDelightful story. We don't write diaries any more, we write blogs.
ReplyDeleteI have my old teen age diary still. Has nothing of great thoughts...just things like "we canned tomatoes today".
DeleteI keep trying to keep up with a diary, but I've just never been able to. Still, I often resort to one when I really need it.
ReplyDeleteThat is great! Keep trying.
DeleteThat is very sweet.
ReplyDeleteYou might check the caption on your photo. I was very intrigued by the idea that Hall of Fame baseball great Rod Carew had found a second career in professional photography but I think that should probably be a B instead of a D.
I will have to check the source. It may be the photographer's site.
DeleteI checked and Rod Carew is not the same person in the photo, and is not the photographer. It must be Rob.
DeleteHow very cool. I found an old diary of my mothers in the attic after both my parents died. It happened to chronicle the time period of her life when she was pregnant with me and the days right after I was born. It was so cool to read something like that, and now I treasure it. It brings my mother back to life for me, just by reading and turning the pages. Loved your story! ♥
ReplyDeleteOH, thank you so very much. What a treasure!
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ReplyDeleteSusan, I am so honored by what a beautiful story you wrote with my word prompt! What a lovely legacy Ms. Powell left behind. Words of wisdom, to be sure!
ReplyDeleteYou provided wonderful words...many thanks to you!
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