Because of the story of me and Stephen ,it reminded me of a poem I wrote when in a creative writing class, and want to share it...here it tis' ... this is about the attic on the old farm from my memories and dreams...

The Attic

Attic rooms galore,

filled with treasures,

one hundred fifty years or more.

One room, hats, hoops, shoes with buttons,

long flowing black dresses, white petticoats and camisoles,

a wooden box with jet black beads,

hair pins, hand mirrors, combs and brushes.

Another room, my favorite sometimes,

widow with tattered curtains, once crisp and clean,

old metal bed big feather mattress on its springs,

old chest of drawers in the corner,

next to an old chair.

Another, . . . leather bound books,

large and small chest, footlockers,

dishes, vases, canning jars, chamber pots, rug beaters,

a family Bible and more, . . .

things in the attic,

my imagination soars. . . .

The adventures of Steve and Pat

Opening the window the smell of the dried dead leaves on the ground bring my mind back to the old farm as a girl; Stephen and I wrestled in the leaves, me the young sister all of four and he the big brother a mere five years old. In my minds ear I can hear the sound of the leaves crackling while the smell of the damp earth permeates my nostrils. As a child there were no cares only the adventures that and old farm could give. My best friend, my brother, took me on all his adventures as we plotted together what the moments of time should hold. I can see us in our flannel-lined dungarees, me with my long brown braids and he with his short brown hair with a cowlick right at his forehead.

A sad morning becomes a Spiritual Experience

I received an email yesterday from the Bryants. Heather Lorazon died in a car accident, stating she was the person that was not wearing her seat belt at the Saco exit on the Maine Turnpike...that made this close to home. Leta stated she was in the Sanford Ward...so I thought about it and realized that I did know her when she was a teenager...Leta said,"the Funeral is at 9:30AM tomorrow (today). I forwarded the email to the Geezor and ask, " do you want to go to the funeral?" He said he would like to. We talked it over and I told Dad that Heather was Amy Gineraeu's cousin. We put it together. Well I suppose you are wondering why I am writing about this....this morning upon waking I ask Dad, "Do you want to go to the funeral or stay home, because it has been so long since we knew her." What I was thinking is that I just don't want to get all dressed up on a Saturday morning and drive down to Sanford. Well, Dad said,"I was thinking maybe we might go but I might like to not go." So I said ok we will stay home and go to the dump and get stuff done her while we wait for conferenced. Off to the bathroom I go and while sitting on the throne, you know there is lots of inspiration on the throne...the Holy Ghost has our undivided attention, My mind was filled with the Waters of Mormon, Mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep...that was it! I am being hit over the head bv the Holy Ghost and should do what is right...my covenant as Baptism was to mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep. I yell downstairs,"Tom we need to go to the funeral." I told him about the inspiration and we went and Monika went with us.

There was about 150 people there...she was loved...she leaves 3 children...she was preparing for the Temple, having just come back into the "fold." She was born in 1978 and is a meer 29 years old.

I am so pleased that I listened to the Spirit...I write this in hopes that you will always listen and follow through with the inspiration. I know this is not a funny family story, however not all of life is funny.....so we get home to conference after visiting Leo and Judy who now own the John St house, which is another story, dark in the house, no spirit there anymore. Mo felt the same ...good closure... Mo said,"Mom the feeling at the Alfred st house is the memory of the John St house." I said," so it is not the physical that makes a house your place of refuse, it is living the gospel so the Spirit can dwell within the walls of your home." Mo said, Yeah your right!"

Now off the sidetrack...when I sat to listen to conference, Elder Packer was saying we need to mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep.....I love inspiration and the Gift of the Holy Ghost....and thankful that I possess it!