Monday, October 13, 2014

"The Harp in the Willow" (A Poem)


“The Harp in the Willow”

by Virginia Knowles

We hung our harps in the willows
When we could sing no more
They dance in the branches
To the tune of the wind on their strings.

This is not our homeland
Captives we are, far from our own paths
We are poor in spirit: mourning
Remembering, lamenting, longing.

We can spare no lilting melody to amuse
The mockers who lock away our destiny
Our lives are not in harmony here
And we cannot sing of joy.

Sing we will, one day, for
Someday freedom is coming and
Harps dancing in our hands
We will sing our sojourn home.



This poem is inspired by Psalm 137, a lament of Israel in exile: 

"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?" (KJV)

(I remember learning this round based on Psalm 137 when I was about 12.)




I added a note of hope in the last verse of my poem, but I still remember that grieving the traumas of life, whatever they are, can be a long and gradual process. A measure of comfort and joy will come, and there is no need to rush. Let us honor this reality, and bless one another with the gifts of hope, courage, patience, and understanding.

Poems in the same spirit...
Grace and peace,
Virginia Knowles

P.S. The willow photos are borrowed from my hymn post What a Friend We Have in Jesus.

Friday, October 10, 2014

The 31 Days of Autumn Grace on My "This Mom Grows Up" Blog



Hello there! So it's been a while since I've posted here. I've got a good reason for that!

I took the 31 Days of Autumn Grace challenge of writing a post every day, and the blog I chose for that is my This Mom Grows Up blog. So far, I've posted there for 10 days in a row. Crazy, huh?  Fortunately, they're not all long and complicated. Take a peek! And a listen! Two of the posts have symphony music linked in them, and there's more to come!

#9: Give Us Grateful Hearts

#10: Beethoven's 6th Symphony, 4th Movement



Some of the photos from my
Autumn Grace series...



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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

A Visit with Dad and Anny



Last Wednesday, my dad arrived from Maryland with his sweetheart Anny.

Anny is German-Bolivian, and speaks Spanish better than English, so my youngest daughter made a sign that read "Bienvenidos a nuestra casa, Anny and Abuelo!" (We practiced a few other phrases before they arrived.)


Sweet Anny jumped right in to befriending my children. One of my teen daughters was preparing for an All State chorus test, so Anny helped her by playing the practice piece on the piano.  This comes naturally for her since she was a music teacher in Bolivia for many years.


Dad kindly brought down a large framed print from his dining room that I had asked to have after my mom died last year. I hadn't had the room in my van to bring it home when we went up this summer for the Hess family reunion. This picture has been a favorite of mine for the longest time - "Hailing the Ferry" by Daniel Ridgway Knight. So pretty! 

My sweet Mom
What makes it even more poignant is that it hung in my grandparents' "Squirrel Hill" homestead in Pennsylvania for decades, and I'm guessing my mom grew up with it. My Aunt Nancy says she thinks it came from my Grandpa Hess's side of the family since he was so fond of it. I love heirlooms that span the generations. 

On Thursday, the kids were off school for Rosh Hashanah, so most of us decided to go to the scenic boat tour on the Winter Park chain of lakes. 


So many magnificent mansions on the lakes! I still like the plants and animals best, though.







(Mr. Rogers lived here on this lovely house on Lake Maitland.
I can imagine it is always "a beautiful day in the neighborhood here!)

After the boat tour, we stopped for lunch at The Coop, known for its southern cuisine. (It's owned by 4 Rivers Barbecue, so what can we say but "Yum!") We bought a bunch of chicken (served in a big tin bucket) with some sides and served it all family style around our table.



Our next stop was Charles Hosmer Morse Museum of American Art on Park Avenue. It's the home of the most comprehensive Tiffany stained glass collection in the world, as well as a lot of other American art. My mother, a talented stained glass artist, loved this place. I still do. Photography is not allowed inside, but here's a shot from the back of the building. You can also see much of the Morse collection at their web site linked above. As I walked through the galleries, I kept thinking, "Feast! Feast! Feast!" That's what art is to me: a feast for the soul. I think I'll do a separate post on my This Mom Grows Up blog about my reflections on the Morse art.


That evening, we invited my wonderful German next door neighbor Marianne to come for dinner. She had a lovely chat with Anny in German, of course! Marianne has been such a marvelous friend all 21 years that we've lived in this house. What a treasure!


On Friday, we went to my daughter Julia's apartment for lunch, and my daughter Mary's family joined us, too. Mary's husband Ryan enjoyed a German chat with Anny, and Julia showed her photos from one of her own five trips to Bolivia. I loved seeing all four of my adorable grandsons in one place.







That evening we had a family dinner with eight of my ten kids and all four grandsons, and the next day after breakfast, Dad and Anny left for home. We all love Anny and we're glad we had a chance to get to know her. 

Grace and peace,
Virginia Knowles
www.VirginiaKnowles.blogspot.com

Monday, September 15, 2014

A Visit to the Waterhouse Residence Museum at Lake Lily



My youngest daughter and I visited the Waterhouse Residence Museum, a Victorian home at Lake Lily. She's been there once or twice, and I've been there more times than I can count in the 21 years we've lived here. They change the decor every now and then; this time it reflected the relative simplicity of the World War 1 era. I'll let the pictures and captions tell the rest of the story.


 

Parlor

Darning work basket

Parlor flower arrangement

"Why We Work for Suffrage in War Time"

Victorian plate on the wall

Dining room

Kitchen with butter churn




The subtle white patterns between
the colorful blocks



Stereoscope



Ruler marks engraved into work table
(Those are not corn dogs or maracas, but darning eggs.)

Carpentry shop


Feeding the egrets and ducks at the lake



I am always inspired by the simple, vintage elegance of both the Waterhouse Residence and the nearby Leu House museum. It makes me want to go home and clean, organize, and decorate!

You can read about the rest of our home school day here: A Home School Day with Just One Child

Other photos from the Waterhouse Residence: Still Life

Another recent photo post, this from Lake Bell: Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies (Strength in Hymn)
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