Desmond Avery writes: Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October: Autumn Joy I like to shuffle through the leaves yellow and brown Beauty all over the ground. I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes? The colours are doing just that here now.
Desmond, Deepest condolences. With love for Ann. Ken
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
Part of me just stopped. Ann lent me her car to pick up Carol at the airport - Bill Schlesinger Project Vida 3607 Rivera Avenue El Paso, TX 79905 (915) 490-6148 Cell On Fri, Oct 7, 2022 at 5:45 AM Ken Fisher via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond,
Deepest condolences.
With love for Ann.
Ken
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
*Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022* Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
*Autumn Joy*
* I like to shuffle through the leaves*
*yellow and brown*
* Beauty all over the ground. *
*I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. *
*I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. *
*My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?*
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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What a lovely memorial poem Ann has given us with which to remember her. Thank you Ann. Blessings Desmond. 🙏 Sarah Sent from my iPhone
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, William Schlesinger via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Part of me just stopped. Ann lent me her car to pick up Carol at the airport -
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On Fri, Oct 7, 2022 at 5:45 AM Ken Fisher via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond,
Deepest condolences.
With love for Ann.
Ken
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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Desmond A beautiful poem written by a beautiful woman inside and out. Blessings to you and your family. JuditaPaz(aka Judith Hamje) On Fri, Oct 7, 2022 at 10:42 AM Sarah Buss via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
What a lovely memorial poem Ann has given us with which to remember her. Thank you Ann. Blessings Desmond. 🙏 Sarah
Sent from my iPhone
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, William Schlesinger via OE < oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Part of me just stopped. Ann lent me her car to pick up Carol at the airport -
Bill Schlesinger Project Vida 3607 Rivera Avenue El Paso, TX 79905 (915) 490-6148 Cell
On Fri, Oct 7, 2022 at 5:45 AM Ken Fisher via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond,
Deepest condolences.
With love for Ann.
Ken
On Oct 7, 2022, at 7:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE < oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
*Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022* Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
*Autumn Joy*
* I like to shuffle through the leaves*
*yellow and brown*
* Beauty all over the ground. *
*I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. *
*I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. *
*My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?*
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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Dear Desmond, Jim and I send our sincerest condolences to you in the loss of your beloved Ann. A beautiful tribute she has left in her Poem. May you find comfort in your memories and through the support and love of family and friends. With love, Isobel Bishop Isobel Bishop Mob. 0412 129 425
On 7 Oct 2022, at 10:25 pm, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
Thank you so much, Desmond, for sharing Ann's poem--it took me to a new place. I remember Ann who I knew only a little but remember her grace. Diann McCabe On Fri, Oct 7, 2022 at 1:45 PM Isobel and Jim via OE < oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Dear Desmond, Jim and I send our sincerest condolences to you in the loss of your beloved Ann. A beautiful tribute she has left in her Poem. May you find comfort in your memories and through the support and love of family and friends. With love, Isobel Bishop
Isobel Bishop Mob. 0412 129 425
On 7 Oct 2022, at 10:25 pm, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
*Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022* Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
*Autumn Joy*
* I like to shuffle through the leaves*
*yellow and brown*
* Beauty all over the ground. *
*I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. *
*I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. *
*My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?*
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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Desmond, our hearts embrace your gratitude for Ann’s life and the void remaining. May her presence forever be with you as you continue to celebrate her life. You two were very special in our lives and in the life of the community. Though years and decades have passed there will always be a deep connection with you. Peace. Bill Parker
On Oct 7, 2022, at 6:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
Here are some musings from Ann Avery Ann and Desmond Avery Ann and Desmond Jim Wiegel Jim Wiegel “…the long work of turning their lives into a celebration is not easy. Come and let us talk“. The Sunflowers. Mary Oliver
On Oct 7, 2022, at 4:24 AM, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via Dialogue <dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ Dialogue mailing list Dialogue@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/dialogue-wedgeblade.net
Desmond, The poem brought tears, joyous one's. May the memories wrap you in blessings as Ann joins the Saints. Sunny Sunny Walker, Certified Professional Facilitator | Emeritus Certified ToP Facilitator ToP Mentor Trainer 303-587-3017 sunny@virtualfacilitationcollaborative.com On Fri, Oct 7, 2022, 5:24 AM PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
*Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022* Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
*Autumn Joy*
* I like to shuffle through the leaves*
*yellow and brown*
* Beauty all over the ground. *
*I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. *
*I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. *
*My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?*
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
Thank you for this Paul. Desmond, Joan and family, May you grieve in peace now. I only knew OF the Averys but through this poem, I have known the beauty, soul and loving heart of Ann Avery. Ib gratitude, Judi White On Fri, Oct 7, 2022, 7:25 AM PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
*Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022* Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
*Autumn Joy*
* I like to shuffle through the leaves*
*yellow and brown*
* Beauty all over the ground. *
*I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky. *
*I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris. *
*My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?*
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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William Schlesinger