|Top row: Grandma Florence, my dad Jack, Uncle Bob, Grandpa George|
Bottom row: Aunt Kay, Aunt Margaret Elizabeth and Uncle George
My grandparents lived in Athens for several years and I remember how thrilling it was to get a letter or postcard from them. Back in the late 1950's the most expedient means of communication was a telegram (yes, I AM dating myself here); overseas telephone calls were practically unheard of, so a letter with a stamp from a foreign country was quite an exotic delivery in one's mailbox!
While living overseas they traveled to many places and a distinct memory from my early childhood is viewing their slideshow upon their return to the US. Two slides in particular have left an indelible mark. One was of Green folk dancers and the other was of my grandmother and grandfather seated upon camels with the pyramids in the background. I wish I knew what happened to those slides; nonetheless, I suppose these were among the first seeds planted sparking my lifelong enthusiasm for ancient Egyptian studies. Also, I distinctly recall the folkloric applique wall hangings they brought back for each of their children. My father was gifted an applique of a farmer in the field with his cattle while I coveted the one they gifted his older sister ~ i.e., Egyptian Mother Goddess Isis with her loving wings spread open in a welcoming gesture. Long story short, that applique now enjoys a prominent place on my living room wall (see below):
I for one (among many I am sure) have been steadfast invoking the wings of Isis, beloved mother goddess of ancient Egyptian cosmology, along with beloved Mother Goddess Hathor to please, please, please fill the heart/minds of the extremist terrorists with the guidance, love and light missing in their lives and transform their deeds to be for the good of humanity and the planet. I invite you to join the plea for the media to relabel the extremist terrorists.
to be invoked to shower love and light
throughout the universe.
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