Update from Aunt CB Taylor Kinsella:
These years, for us all, are different! The world differs, as we fight the virus. For me, I find, here in the Hamlet, I need help! I cannot read my mail. I can, at this time, hardly see what is on my plate at a meal. It is astonishing to me, at times, to pick up a forkful of what I think is potatoes, to find it is something very different!
No use to complain and it can’t be changed — thus, I go, day by day, and find I appreciate such small things that I never noticed before! A nearby friend, Josephine, who shares my table with me at meals—we keep one another’s spirits up. She helps me read my mail, and I help her by telling her funny stories of our family, and others that I see! She can’t imagine having so many children! — and I can’t imagine a life without every one of you!!
I am lucky! All is fine here — we help one another, and try to accept what our life is now. I know I cannot see you kids as I’d like to, but phone calls from all and to know you are all zooming together, gives me pleasure. I know you will face what comes your way and help one another. And I’m sure Dad is helping in his own way, just as he always did.
Editor’s Note: Mom mentions Dad, who died two years ago. I know she also means that ALL of our ancestors and loved ones who have moved on are helping us in these most difficult times. I often feel them with me.
Pat Here:
What a difficult year this has been, in ohh so many ways! I miss so much about all of you. However, I am so grateful to you all, in this crazy, creative and colorful clan.
I so appreciate that Mom is hanging in and that she continues to help me solve the problems of the country, and the world.
As Grey’s Anatomy said in a recent show, as they delve into the thoughts of someone on the brink of life and death in a Covid hospital room: “So find your people, and keep them close. Because when you are at your lowest, those people get you through.” Make no mistake. You ARE my people. Thank you for getting me through.
May this year—2021-- find us together again in person. I look forward to ‘going a-cousining’ as our ancestors from 1840 Wolcott, Vermont called visiting with relatives. Here is to sharing many memories, stories, food (desserts!!) and laughter in these coming months.
Love you all!
