Candy
In my thirties, new with my family to the Springfield area, I met Ginna as the first person who greeted me just inside the door of Friendship Hall of the Unitarian Universalist Meetinghouse. I was exploring to find the church of my childhood, and Ginna and I became close friends. On occasion, when I received a note from her, I was always attracted to her choice of words and how she put them together in a fresh way.
Ginna
One day I realized that my neighborhood friend Candy would probably like Ginna, too, and we three (all Pisces) became closely connected. Candy went to the First Church of Christ on Longmeadow Street, and one day asked if I would talk of my journey through despair, hospitalization, and recovery to their groups for the newly-divorced and newly-widowed and the long term-divorced and long-term widowed. I did and Ginna joined us.
As a girl, I’d watched my grandmother push her mending tool, a smooth, wooden egg on a short, worn handle, into Grampa’s sock and with darning thread weave across the hole until his sock was flat. As I read Ginna’s thank-you note for my talk I smiled, for she had named the writing I did that helped me to recover as mending writing.
My realization is, “Certain people give us words that reach deeply into us, causing a lasting vibration.”
see "The Green Marble" and “Singing with Grammie T.”