Start by doing what is necessary,
then do what is possible,
and suddenly you are doing
My home country:
King Ludwig the second
is pure love,
is complete agreement.
_Lope de Vega
in my Hometown
Be not hurried away by exitment, but say, "Semblance, wait for me a little. Let me see what you are and represent...."
If Love would rule the world we would not need any law''s.
If you have never loved .You have never lived. If you have stoped learning. You have died.
January 16th 2003
Love makes everything possible and the impossible possible.
(written in my mothers handbook)
The supreme happiness
is the conviction
that we are loved.
Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibbly desired.
by Robert Frost
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
TIME IS ETERNITY.
Hours fly, flowers die, new days,
new ways pass by.
WHAT A HEAVENLY MORNING!
All bells are ringing;
The sky is so golden
and blue and clear-
and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.
Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)
( c) by Waterhouse
Gudrun Kropp, Autorin
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Driving along the winding mountain road with my doughter Beatrice, I felt my chest tighten. I couldn''t say whether it was from happiness to be home again or from the breath taking beauty of the majestic mountains where the peaks seem to kiss the sky. A blue sky and a few puffy, white clouds, like a canvas painting.
It is common to see homes like that in the southern part of Bavaria. The believe is, these paintings keep one''s home safe from harm.
My eyes soaked up every detail of the beauty this town and its surroundings. Could it be, that I appriciate my home more now? Where my roots are? As I grow older, I don''t take it for granted what I love and miss so much! I do believe God was very generous when He formed the land I call home.
I use to hate these stones because I could not ride my scooter on them. I was always looking for a paved street. Now, every stone is imortend to me as I walk and reminisce about my years spent growing up here.
In its early history, the Romans came to Fuessen to trade for salt. I visualize them riding their horses along on narrow paths. Via Claudia is a small path still in existence.
I worked my way to the old church, St. Magnus, where I was baptized and took my first communion. Organ music coming from inside drew to its entrance. I opend one of the heavy oak doors, thought it took all my weight to do so. The massive doors are made even heavier by the detailed iron woarkmanship that adorns them. Once I entered, i dipped my fingers in to the marble bowl attached to the wall, where the holy water was kept. I formed a cross on my forhead and my chest. Quietly I walked not to disturb anyone, but needn''t have. The sound of the organ swallowed my footsteps. I moved toward the front of the church, were a few elderly poeple kneeled with bowed heads in prayers.
Quietly, I took a seat in the front row, in front of the Altar. I listen to the muffeld voices of prayers. A deocn was holding Mass for someone.
I recognized him. Once a neighbor boy, who lived across my grandmother. I used to play marbles with him. He nodded and smiled, he recognized me. I wondered if he remembered our marbled games. I was quite skilled in that game and won most of his marbles. The smile on his face told me he was happy to see me.
I left the church with the sound of the organ fallowing me. I love that sound! Since I once belonged to the church choir, I have many found memories of this place. I hated to leave, but I was on a mission, to retrace the areas where I spent my youth.
The bread market was on my mind. It was once famos for all the baked goods. I found the area made up of totally different shops, exept for one. The name is still in old -style letters above the store. A drug store were I use to by hand soap for my mother. It was Indian hand soap. Because of the intense , exotic smell, my mother use to lay bars of this soap between her sweaters and linens. Funny how I adopted some of her behavior. I have soap between my linens, Indian soap from years ago with that same exotic fragrance.
Oh, the memories my hometown holds for me! Fuessen, a jewel of a city built and ruled by the Catholic church. Kings and Aristocrats came here, for enjoyment away from there duties.
King Ludwig the 2nd made my hometown famos. He was the last ruling King of Bavaria.
|Walking by the coffee houses, smelling the fresh brewed coffe, made me think about the times I spent with my mother, sharing a great piece of pastry and a cup of coffe. I came to a pastry shop which had ists finest pasteries displayed in the window, jsut as I remembered from my child hood. How could I resist! As I enjoyed the pastery, I continued to think of my mother.|
My last visit that day was to see my mother''s grave site. My hometown doesn''t feel the same without her, but my roots are there where I was born.
One day I will be back and reunite with my hometown.
Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
with roses (William Whitacker)
Beauty enters your heart through all the senses, and beauty grows stronger when more than one of the senses is involved.
Just like the falling rainbow, Just like the stars in the sky, Life should never feel small.
Pleasure comes from without, and joy comes from within, and it is, therefore, within reach of everyone in this world.
-Bishop Fulton J. Sheen
Love is a short word but It contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, entire being.
by Guy de Maupassant
The art of beeing happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
_Henry Ward Beecher
Life is the flower of which LOVE is the HONEY.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist''s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the COLOR OF LOVE.
Don''t ever give up your dreams...........
and never leave them behind.
Find them, make them yours,
and all through your life, cherish them,
and never let go of them.