I can, as always, recapture the look of sand and water, the smell of sun and bayberry, the faces of friends, the trips to the village, the little outings, and the walks with Gladys' Irish on the narrow curving beach. ~~August makes me think of Cape Cod, where the Spartan roses grow by Gladys Taber's door-I have a few, which were gifts, but they cannot measure up to hers. Sometimes we go to look from heights up on beaches which fringe the ocean, at the Coast Guard Station on Nauset Light. We drive to the post office and note, after Labor Day, how tranquil the village, the tumult and shouting of the busy season having died. ~~In September, as in other months, Gladys Taber takes me out after supper. ~~It is a strange thing-I do not like the ordinary wind, strong and gusty, especially in winter, nor the eerie sounds it makes in the chimneys-yet in the untamed wind of hurricanes, and the tons of falling, blowing rain, I have struggled out to a car or walked, bent double, down the hill to pool my emergency resources with my friends, Gladys and Eleanor. But I am content, while my toes turn blue, to paddle around in the shallows and pick up driftwood or look for shells. She and her Irish setter have mermaid blood. ~~My younger friend, Gladys Taber, strides out with a swift, almost frightening determination, no matter how cold it is. And nothing is ever really lost, no valid friendship and love.įrom Many Windows: Seasons of the Heart. We are the poorer for her going, Heaven, the richer. Eleanor went away last January, but so strong was the impact of this gentle, quiet, rock-firm, understanding woman upon everyone who knew her that, for us, she has just gone next door. ~~Then, of course, I think of Gladys and Eleanor whose house has always been open to me. ~~Nowadays, my yachting, so to speak, has been confined to watching boats when I'm on Cape Cod, or going on a day's fishing trip, or admiring the way Gladys Taber paddles a canoe. ~~Often, when old family problems increase or new ones spring up, like dandelions in May, I don't, as Gladys Taber says, know which way is from me. So if this interests you, keep checking back! As I run across them, I'll just add to this entry rather than starting another. ![]() She mentions her frequently, so I'll just post a few things that are more than a word or two. ![]() I'm going to post some of the things Faith wrote about Gladys in her books. As I mentioned in another entry, I have quite a few of the books that Gladys's friend, Faith Baldwin, wrote.
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