Thursday, December 22, 2011

Tick Tock

The hours go by
As we breathe, blink, sleep, cry
The clock counts the minutes

The days go by
Working, driving, walking, laughing
The clock counts the hours

The months go by
As we make decisions about life
The clock counts the days

The years go by
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you
The clock counts my tears

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Poem of Dreams for Paul Goldstein on this his 53rd Birthday June 2011, by Sue

I dreamed a dream of long ago
Of after High School days and schemes
Of Crimson Roses, and Candle Light
Of Marshmallows freshly toasted

I dreamed of Birthday Cakes
For Relatives or Friends
Of magic afternoon delights
Eating Ice Cream, Vanilla white

Soft Velvety from Dairy Queen
Like the Love you shared with all
I wish you a Blessed Birthday
My friend, our one and only Paul

Now to sleep and dream again
And wake up to tomorrow
With trust and faith and
The Good Cheer you gave

As you said good bye with
Your eyebrows raised
In one final breath
Heaven holds you in it's arms

I shall never forget.

Be Well, my friend, and carry on the wings of Angels. Sing songs to Stephanie and Alice so they can hear them in the wind. I know I shall see you again someday, but for now God has borrowed you from us, until we meet again.

Love, Sue

Friday, June 10, 2011

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday Paul. Alec told me today that he wants to watch The Holy Grail this weekend with me. Python films will always remind me of you, and the fun times we had watching them, quoting them, and sometimes..... LIVING THEM. I'll have a bowl of no-sugar-added Moose Tracks in your honor while we watch. Now, off to find a shrubbery.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Quilt

Jill is making a quilt to be raffled off at the Relay this year, and needs your assistance. First off, we need fabric donations, as this can run into a lot of dollars. With Marti's assistance, we have picked a general type and color of fabric. This picture is an example of what we are looking for.

This doesn't mean you need to buy EXACTLY these pieces, but something similar would be fine. If you need assistance, or would like to donate fabric, please contact Marti through Facebook, or at SMLeete(at)Gmail(dot)com, or Jill through Facebook, or at Jill(at)ThreadsByJill(dot)com, or email the event at Relay2011(at)PaulGoldstein(dot)org.

Rice Salad Again!

The Relay is coming again on May 21. For those of you who do not know the story behind the name "Rice Salad" here's the story:

Paul had requested that we have a get-together after he was gone, to remember him, and to make it an up-beat event, not a sad one. With everyone's help, we managed to put it all together in a great space donated by Bard College for the occasion. There was food, and music, and a slide show, and more food, and great guests, and, oh... MORE FOOD.

The famous rice salad was a crazy coincidence of the evening. My mother used to make a cold salad with rice and peas years ago. I actually never ate much of it, due to my dislike of peas (ick!) but everyone else seemed to love it. The only ingredients I could remember were rice, peas, and mayonnaise. Alice had mentioned that we should have it because it was something Paul liked to make for parties, but didn't know the recipe. I explained to her that it was something that my mother made when we were kids, and Paul must have continued the tradition. Marti then informed me that she had been looking for a rice salad recipe without even knowing any of the tradition! Neither Stephanie, nor my mother knew the recipe, and at mom's suggestion I called around the family and found that no one else had it either. So much for that one. We decided that we could try to re-create it from research, until the Thursday before the get-together when I got an email form Paul's friend Sue. Sue listed several things that she was bringing including Paul's Famous Rice Salad. Somebody wanted us to have that salad!

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