Thursday, June 26, 2008
More Marcel Pictures
the first picture is in Oak Park circa 1995, and is provided by Stephanie. The guitar picture is circa 2001 Seattle and the other is 2002 in Oakland.
In Loving Memory
Marcel David Fremont
June 6th 1979-June 26th 2008
More Marcel pictures here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wedoff/sets/72157601572376146/
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The Song of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B. Yeats
June 6th 1979-June 26th 2008
More Marcel pictures here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wedoff/sets/72157601572376146/
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=33079434
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B. Yeats
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
California was good to us
We drove down to California, stopping in some lovely little west coast towns, like Olympia WA, Eugene OR, Ashland OR and Dunsmuir CA. We got to hang in San Francisco with Uncle Guel, Bruin and Deke. Grandma Cindy and Grandpa Bill met us there and we all had a blast! Then on to Davis to see Aunt Kristine, Uncle Patrick and Frankie. These are just a few of the photos, there will be plenty more to come.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
On the Road
We are off tomorrow to California to see our friends and family in San Francisco and Davis so the blog may be quiet for a week or so. Wishing summer fun to everyone!
Monday, June 09, 2008
Party time
So Unity invited Hiram and Zoren over for some snacks and toy sharing. We had a blast! Good thing Unity has such great friends.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
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