Some Schwinn Thoughts

Bazzill Basics - 8.5 x 11 Metallic Cardstock - Copper

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Beautiful tribute to your Mum, as I sat here and thought of her writing, my imagination took me to the top of the hill and I felt the wind, it was amazing. I too love the wind ...

April 05, 2016

Great tribute to your mom. Lovely layout.

January 23, 2016

January 15, 2016

Love the warm tones you chose for this! Very touching and moving tribute!

January 15, 2016

What a wonderfully touching layout.

January 10, 2016

this is so touching. Love it

January 10, 2016

Thanks for sharing! Brings back memories of BFF and I riding our Schwinn 10-speeds in the 70s. We being her war against cancer this week.

January 10, 2016

Wow! That is a beautiful page and the words of your mother are so touching.

January 08, 2016

Here is what my mom wrote (it's rather lengthy....) Some Schwinn Thoughts by Kay Moon There will be wind in heaven. On that I will rely - There must be someone else who will be there who thinks a perfect da y is: Breezes. Sometimes strong - sometimes breezes, sometimes plain old wind as I fly over the hill on my "Schwinn". People mostly think I'm crazy now when I love a windy day! I love a little warmth in the day, but let it blow my hair all over the place, let it not stir the dust too much or be so fierce it clouds the air, but just let it blow, blow, blow. Not quite so strong that I feel I am blowing over, tipping over right then and there. But strong enough that I feel God's in control - I'm just along for the ride. I love the wind of my childhood - the windy feel, but also the sounds, sometimes a roar, the feeling of being protected among the trees, among and along the prairie's edge. The best place is at the top of a hill where the wind is all about flying over the edge on my "Schwinn". The most beautiful, however, is the snow blowing across the prairie on a forceful day, wind sifting into little piles following the lines of prairie grass. Wind in the city can be okay, too. I remember Boston in particular, but certainly didn't have the "country" effect - just a voluminous wind in and among the sky towers. But very challenging to the walkers and the umbrella holders. Please no extremely humid cool, moist air. I don't need the ocean breeze - just dry, wild dry air. I have no curls to blow around anyway. Maybe all that is the secret of my desires and wishes. No rain, no lakes, no humid air, just dry - and straight! Straight hair, straight grasses. No rushes and reeds, sun shining down on me and my head. Parallel and interesting straight lines, symmetry in art. These things enhance the feelings of appreciation for design and order in life. And other stranger wishes, loves, desires - oh a blizzard, how exciting! Howling wind, difficulty in seeing - blow that snow straight across the road. It however doe snot all end up so straight - it may end up in beautiful sculpted piles, with shadows from the sun. Beautiful art. but the best is the feeling of wildness - the surrendering to nature. I do believe it takes a certain wildness of spirit to appreciate the unknown path the storms may take. Let me put in a few more requests before my life is done: more great breezes, some out of control winter weather. More time with family, time for me to nurture people, family, animals. More time to feel "perky". I get tired of "feeling tired", but that's my life and I've been asked to live it as best as I can and to its fullest. Just keep me going, lord, as long as you can and wish. Let me not forget how much I've been given.