tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post430914436845108899..comments2024-03-26T00:10:40.751-04:00Comments on Reggie Darling: Happy MD Day, Mummy DarlingReggie Darlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04044215790585354363noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-20922021496235119872012-12-11T01:48:29.408-05:002012-12-11T01:48:29.408-05:00Such a lovely story and so nice that you shared it...Such a lovely story and so nice that you shared it here. Thank you Mr. Darling.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15264208790537694527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-69435835943055309082012-08-27T13:54:28.133-04:002012-08-27T13:54:28.133-04:00Interesting view point of ones own generation. Not...Interesting view point of ones own generation. Not being a babyboomer, us "outsiders" consider them quite differently - as selfish, entitled, gluttonous consumers of resources who had access to cheap housing, faced little competition and had a good life served to them on a platter. Partially as a result, subsequent generations will not have the luxury of anything close to a guarantee of a life so comfortable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-65062540270508451532011-05-17T13:18:27.495-04:002011-05-17T13:18:27.495-04:00Reggie Dear - I hope you don't think me too ou...Reggie Dear - I hope you don't think me too outre for having sprinkled my share of MD's ashes onto the Niagara River at the spot where it plunges over the precipice and becomes Niagara Falls. I would like to think MD enjoyed the ride. Your Loving Brother, FreckyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-16390343328851859392011-05-15T00:05:30.000-04:002011-05-15T00:05:30.000-04:00My Mom was not into the afterlife mysteries. My N...My Mom was not into the afterlife mysteries. My Nana was finally "sprinkled" in the Atlantic, but she chaperoned my brother's dates from the trunk of Mom's Pontiac convertible for several years. Mom and my brother are in the coat closet...literally.Pat'sAdditonhttp://pats-addition.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-14392530076810267382011-05-12T13:16:56.900-04:002011-05-12T13:16:56.900-04:00When I received my share of MD I fully intended to...When I received my share of MD I fully intended to walk her down to the end of my road and sprinkle her ashes in the tidepools of the Rappahannock. She so loved dabbling in water looking for creatures and such. She was gone by the time I moved here to the Middle Peninsula, but I know she would have appreciated it.<br /><br />When Frecky doled her out it was Fall, and the tidepools were NOT at their best so I decided to wait until the river was at its most beautiful before sprinkling her out. So she has spent the past six months or so riding around in the back of my car, still in the Priority Mail package she arrived in, in a Bean boat bag along with the ashes of the last four dogs I have lost. I find it oddly comforting that they are keeping me company...<br />Your loving sister,<br />HermioneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-60650462530176022292011-05-11T21:47:03.705-04:002011-05-11T21:47:03.705-04:00This post couldn't have been more perfect for ...This post couldn't have been more perfect for Mothers Day. Thank you for sharing such honest and touching stories of MD...what a woman! Your urn thought is a brilliant one...and it's wonderful that she'll be part of the action at Darlington now, I'm sure she's very happy to be there.<br />xo J~24 Cornershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13630767883910250689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-54804242431857447402011-05-11T05:50:16.440-04:002011-05-11T05:50:16.440-04:00Beautiful.Beautiful.Ullahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05190800242127014491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-83534983441809898302011-05-11T01:41:17.371-04:002011-05-11T01:41:17.371-04:00Rats! I am sorry you did not write this post pre-...Rats! I am sorry you did not write this post pre-internet in 1981!<br /><br />I ADORED my mother......and she was cremated......and she asked to be "sprinkled in your garden"!<br /><br />I have lived now in two houses since her death....and have dug up some earth around the lemon tree....and redstributed it. If I only had had a chic tole urn!<br /><br />I talk to her every day anyway. She is with me. And I know it!<br /><br />Good parking place......"Thanks Mommy!" When i need help with something really important......I ask her.......it happens......"Thanks Mommy!"<br /><br />Maybe I will dig up a bit of the earth under the latest lemon tree.....and find a chic tole urn!<br /><br />Love this story!<br /><br />PenelopeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-69804241595213995422011-05-09T22:47:21.745-04:002011-05-09T22:47:21.745-04:00Reading your post about MD sounds like a descripti...Reading your post about MD sounds like a description of my mothering in many ways. As my three young sons are turning 6 and 4 (twins) this Summer I plan to run back to my profession full time and re-employ the help to raise them. As PVE said and Regina did for you, I'll provide the support and means if only someone else will do the work, please! I feel grateful that I will no longer fight the drudgery of being a caretaker and feel empowered to put their good care in someone else's hands that is better suited for the role. <br /><br />I think it's brilliant and quite elegant where you chose to store MD's ashes and only hope one day my sons will know me well enough to know what I would appreciate most even when gone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-55535471307830755492011-05-09T21:06:02.937-04:002011-05-09T21:06:02.937-04:00I love this post, and went back and also read the ...I love this post, and went back and also read the post on Regina, which I found touching. Your mother and your upbringing are remarkably like those of my father. He, too, had a much loved nanny who cared for his daily needs, and his mother was quite a remarkable woman who was very much like your MD in many ways.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-58858878745149851142011-05-09T21:02:41.180-04:002011-05-09T21:02:41.180-04:00As I sit here re reading your post and LMAO, rathe...As I sit here re reading your post and LMAO, rather than think of my mother, I started to think of myself. MD and I would have gotten along just fine....particularly when it came to homework. Nobody helped us so why should we help you! It was after all your homework not ours. <br /><br />If it is any comfort, and I, like you, had my share on the couch, it was generational. Most mothers were like that in those days and look at the generation they delivered. No wimps! MD's generation never got on the floor and played with their kids, or read them a book or anything THAT maternal. They didn't breast feed or, heaven forbid, have natural childbirth. So we can't possibly judge them against what goes on today. Perhaps the pendulum went too far then, just like it is today. But again, look at the generation they produced... the baby boomers! We had to fight to get in the best schools, get jobs, buy a house. No room for wimps in this generation. I would never have gotten as far as I did if it hadn't been for that "tough it out" attitude. Never. So here is to the MD's of this world...Happy Mother's Day and thank you for making us tough!<br /><br />BTW, thanks for the urn idea. We have our old labrador in one on top of the fireplace (daughter's idea not mine) and there's plenty of room for another, hmmmm...lindaraxahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15721286284279902181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-51857253754881628122011-05-09T17:47:23.240-04:002011-05-09T17:47:23.240-04:00MD thought Mothers' Day and most other holiday...MD thought Mothers' Day and most other holidays were commercial scams to make us spend money. Just to annoy her, I used to send her the most over-the-top flowery and sentimental cards I could find.<br /><br />xox CamillaCate Fitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12835720513248934609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-44573122408643499642011-05-09T16:28:17.088-04:002011-05-09T16:28:17.088-04:00Reggie, what a touching post! MD sounds like she w...Reggie, what a touching post! MD sounds like she was a very special lady.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-45495365619025968152011-05-09T12:54:07.515-04:002011-05-09T12:54:07.515-04:00Reggie, this could be my most favorite Mother'...Reggie, this could be my most favorite Mother's Day post of all time. <br /><br />How many of your guests believe that MD is actually in the urn? <br /><br />And if she doesn't like her eternal resting place, you could slightly edit one of my mother's favorite sayings, "who ever told you death was fair?".Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02840629057159581688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-12710166863069884742011-05-09T12:18:23.640-04:002011-05-09T12:18:23.640-04:00I think our parents were much less worried about t...I think our parents were much less worried about their children than today's parents. We were given the run of our middle-class neighborhood all summer and after school in the winter. Allowed to ride bikes everywhere and even walk downtown by ourselves at a fairly early age. As an older parent of young children, I notice a difference between myself and other parents. To me they seem overinvolved with their kids. And schools seem to expect parents to be homework helpers.SewingLibrarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09884510117234994583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-69846061086018618642011-05-09T09:23:45.040-04:002011-05-09T09:23:45.040-04:00Your MD was refreshingly direct. Mine did a simila...Your MD was refreshingly direct. Mine did a similar thing by dismissal & disinterest.I certainly learned how to navigate on my own thanks to both of them. Your MD at least allowed me to be one of the herd....I loved her snort- the dry humor was great too.<br /> When were the riding lessons?! I don't remember them ! <br /> Ashes-well, I suppose I would opt for the Pyramids, if mine had wanted cremation-although I would have to consider that she would have been miserable away from my Dad.izzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-83029504343447480552011-05-09T06:32:37.297-04:002011-05-09T06:32:37.297-04:00As one of seven, my very own Mother provided all t...As one of seven, my very own Mother provided all the nurturing she could. We were given lessons, good nourishment, and taught that life is full of possibilities. Her very own Mother raised her single handedly and educated her all about the finer things of life. To this day, I love her for teaching me so much. We can all imagine life with "doting" mothers or todays sort of "helicopter mothers" who are always hovering. I love that I was raised in a time of more independent thinking. Mothering is one of the hardest jobs. I struggle with loving my own offspring and then distancing myself so they figure out how to fly. With our twins about to fly off to College, I find myself witnessing 18 years rolled into a fast few moments. I don't think I would change a thing. We are the hairpins or wire hangers that we are. Mommie D. must feel honoured in that urn.pve designhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03527745630303158002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-62188530641812716082011-05-09T01:57:27.172-04:002011-05-09T01:57:27.172-04:00Hello Reggie:
We have been, and are, faced with a ...Hello Reggie:<br />We have been, and are, faced with a similar predicament. We have now had a parcel of ashes, as sent by the undertakers, 'at rest' in a C16 coffer for over twenty years. From time to time we consider a little scattering ceremony into the Danube but nothing comes of it.<br /><br />Something similar to your very handsome tole urns could be the answer.Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-73924110801738287482011-05-09T00:37:43.452-04:002011-05-09T00:37:43.452-04:00Reggie a very special tribute to your mother. It i...Reggie a very special tribute to your mother. It is so good when we can finally accept our parents imperfections, albeit sometimes difficult.<br /><br />xoxo<br /> <br />Karena<br />Art by KarenaKarenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05206642885608991170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-18569830558625539642011-05-08T22:13:38.974-04:002011-05-08T22:13:38.974-04:00Thank you, Reggie, for continuing to give me pleas...Thank you, Reggie, for continuing to give me pleasure with your delightful posts, even with this one which could have been very depressing. I know of no one else in my generation to use the word "snuggery" which I assume to take as your den or private sitting room. And I love the tole urn on the bracket, especially as a pair.The Devoted Classicisthttp://tdclassicist.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-79923763960351328612011-05-08T22:00:31.253-04:002011-05-08T22:00:31.253-04:00Charming post! What would we do without a good the...Charming post! What would we do without a good therapist? <br />Best,<br />ColleenNorth of 25Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07927245858208029154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044541580633294348.post-72390532239096626752011-05-08T15:00:24.760-04:002011-05-08T15:00:24.760-04:00Hello,
Your history about MD is really "touc...Hello,<br /><br />Your history about MD is really "touchant".<br />I think that MD a verry special woman was.<br /><br />Greetings<br />JérômeMaison de linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06875063369434377517noreply@blogger.com