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The Bathing Pond
Harold Knight
Notice of Death: St. Martinville, Louisiana
Miss Evalene Cormier died in her seventy-sixth year, on a warm evening in June
watching fireflies on the front porch of her daddy's old house.
She never married so there are no children here to mourn her passing,
to recall apron strings, buttermilk pies, or the way she smiled with her eyes.
No one to testify to her kind spirit in the Mount Calvary Baptist Church
as the parishioners nod their heads and fan themselves in unison saying "Amen."
No one to know that as a young woman she'd disrobe without shame
to bathe in Ugly Pierre's pond, even when she knew he was always there watching.
No one to remember that she lay with him under the Flower Moon,
that she whispered how beautiful he was while he wept silent tears onto her lips.
There is no husband to lay a trembling hand to rest on the lace of her funeral gown,
loathe to return alone to the warm bed they shared for so many honey sweet years.
No one to understand why she never seemed right again after they found Ugly Pierre
dead in the woods, or why she hated her daddy so much.
There's nothing to say about Miss Evalene Cormier except that she loved watching fireflies.
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When my wife was still in seminary (and about a year after) she would do guest gigs at these tiny, ancient rural churches in and around Louisville. Having utterly no interest in the services, I would almost always take time out to wander the obligatory boneyard.
While it was a testament to humanity to see a fifty year old headstone marking the death of some man, and the allusions to the wife and children he'd left behind. What ALWAYS broke my heart was seeing the places left for those he'd left behind still vacant...
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Catelin, was she a family member? A name on a headstone? Or just that painting and your own imagination?
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Oh, and welcome back, by the way. I'm glad you are still here. : )
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During the trip to Appalacia in which we bought the moonshine (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=433542), I was taken by one of our 'guides' to her family plot buried DEEP in the woods.
I hope I never forget that...
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'Don't weep for me, i am not there..."
my Momma's gravestone ( which was laid down just this past month) reads "To be continued"
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I guess I've been a bit slow off the stick to let everyone know what my plans are...right now I'm looking for a job hopefully along the lines of legal research (or maybe a full time job at my new university-to-be so I can get tuition benefits)....probably only for 1 year because law school, for me, does not start until NEXT fall. It was a hard decision but I went with the less expensive University of Maryland. They are building a whole new law school building this year and offered me admission 2002....I didn't want to wait but I felt like it was a better law school than Catholic.
Plus I think I wanna use my time to learn some Spanish/brush up on the poor French skills I do have....I think it'd come in handy.
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"She rode good horses
And loved good men."
I'd like to plagiarize it, only reverse the placement of horses and men...
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that is lovely...
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Thanks!