Yesterday, I went to my friend Anne Williams' Inurnment. I always carry a camera and I took pictures of the event. Loaded them into my computer and erased them from my camera last night.
I had been
promising myself to get rid of 18,000 pictures I have on my computer
with the idea to unload some storage space and speed up my computer. I
thought I would erase the back-up file. Unfortunately, it wasn't a
back-up file. Everything I hadn't already loaded into a cloud album
No pictures today, just curses, and sad regrets.
That's what happens to people like me who aren't technically sharp. One
can never recreate an event. My apologies to Anne's sons, Bill and
Steve, Tyna, her caretaker, Mr. Donlevy from Elks Club, who often helped
Tyna with mechanical problems, Steven, a friend, who played guitar and
sang Country Roads, a song Anne and her husband, Fred, both loved;
Lonnie and Bart, who helped Anne and Tyna with their vehicles, drove
them places, and gave so willingly of their time; several friends from
the Tuolumne County Museum and Genealogy society where Anne volunteered
for 20 years, Mike who brought his elderly mother, a devoted friend who
braved the cold, and ice to attend; and Mike, who wrote a poem about
Anne. I didn't know everyone who attended nor get everyone's name, but
her reach to young and old was touching. She was a young 89-year-old.
brought to the site a picture board, and displayed her favorite books,
some from childhood, and a favorite bracelet that had been stolen from
her and returned. Some ceramics she made, a quilt she made, paintings
and drawings she did. All things representing her many talents and
personality. It was lovely.