Mum Celebration of Life Update
Aug. 5th, 2012 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
persisJust to be quick here, as I have to get up early to take Talis to her life guard course in Concord for 9 am.
Leslie and I had a phone conversation on Friday, where I told her that she had taken full responsibility for mum for e the past 6 years, and could she please let me do the planning and organizing of the memorial, as she seemed to be DONE (but did not say that she didn't seem to be able to let go of control). Leslie apologized in e-mail for not understanding what it was I wanted to do, and said she thought she understood what it was I wanted to do, and that she would stand behind me. (Except for the money... she doesn't have any to spare, and there is no estate.)
So, now to ask the architect who is renting the second floor of the house to please get me some measurements, and then to find out how much it will cost me to rent a tent, folding chairs, and banquet tables (and hope I have the money), and then we'll hold the event at the house, with tent for speaking, hopefully briefly), and food and drink in the house, so people can mingle from place to place. The house, first floor only, is not big enough for the numbers of people I think will come. If a tent, etc is too expensive, I shall have to turn to other venues. *sigh*
I think Leslie will come with her family, as they will be on this coast anyway, and it will be very good for her daughters to see that their Noni had a lot more going than they will ever know. If all goes well, we'll have a recording of the stories.
Last night I went to the contra and square dance at the Fitzwilliam Town Hall, in NH. I learned to dance there, when Mum brought us there every Saturday night during the summer, beginning when I was 10. I saw people I danced with back then, up until the late 70's. Hall was smaller than I had remembered (nostalgic), hot (always was), and full of people (how did we fit so many crazy energetic dancers in it back then?). On the way up, I caught glimpses of Mt. Monadnock, that David missed when I tried to point them out. Peaceful, not sad at all; grounding, homecoming.
There was a death notice in today's Boston Globe. If anyone local has a copy of Section B, could I please have it (several copies would not go wasted)?
I have to contact Winsor School, and once details are set, post both short death notice with picture, and longer obit (with recipe) to them.
More details to be posted here as I solidify them.
Leslie and I had a phone conversation on Friday, where I told her that she had taken full responsibility for mum for e the past 6 years, and could she please let me do the planning and organizing of the memorial, as she seemed to be DONE (but did not say that she didn't seem to be able to let go of control). Leslie apologized in e-mail for not understanding what it was I wanted to do, and said she thought she understood what it was I wanted to do, and that she would stand behind me. (Except for the money... she doesn't have any to spare, and there is no estate.)
So, now to ask the architect who is renting the second floor of the house to please get me some measurements, and then to find out how much it will cost me to rent a tent, folding chairs, and banquet tables (and hope I have the money), and then we'll hold the event at the house, with tent for speaking, hopefully briefly), and food and drink in the house, so people can mingle from place to place. The house, first floor only, is not big enough for the numbers of people I think will come. If a tent, etc is too expensive, I shall have to turn to other venues. *sigh*
I think Leslie will come with her family, as they will be on this coast anyway, and it will be very good for her daughters to see that their Noni had a lot more going than they will ever know. If all goes well, we'll have a recording of the stories.
Last night I went to the contra and square dance at the Fitzwilliam Town Hall, in NH. I learned to dance there, when Mum brought us there every Saturday night during the summer, beginning when I was 10. I saw people I danced with back then, up until the late 70's. Hall was smaller than I had remembered (nostalgic), hot (always was), and full of people (how did we fit so many crazy energetic dancers in it back then?). On the way up, I caught glimpses of Mt. Monadnock, that David missed when I tried to point them out. Peaceful, not sad at all; grounding, homecoming.
There was a death notice in today's Boston Globe. If anyone local has a copy of Section B, could I please have it (several copies would not go wasted)?
I have to contact Winsor School, and once details are set, post both short death notice with picture, and longer obit (with recipe) to them.
More details to be posted here as I solidify them.