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Day 12 - Love, Faith and Hope

2/11/2020

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I despised the fake paper cross stitch pictures in my mother’s kitchen. There were three of them that she hung on the kitchen table wall in a triangle pattern – Faith, Hope and Love, with Love on the top. Every time I sat down to eat, I had to look at them because my chair faced that wall. The words burned themselves into my brain, even though there was no author citation on the “cross stitch.” I still recall exactly what they said.
 
There was never much of what today we call “Word Art” in my house growing up. Mostly what hung on the walls were paintings by my paternal grandmother,
who preferred to paint in oils and was a bit of a folk artist, although she’d taken some classes over the years. Her best paintings were seascapes, as she lived in Maine and went often to the coast to sit and paint when the weather was good. She would freely admit that she couldn’t paint people in correct proportions, although there’s a couple of charming watercolors of me that she tried hard on when I was little.
When I was a young teen, my mother decided to redecorate the living area of the house. Out went all the cool fifties Modern furniture, like the pink boomerang shaped couch and the crescent moon lamps. In came Early American in avocado and orange. To go with the new look, my mother asked my Nana Irene to paint some new paintings for her in the Colonial style. She delivered a couple of really badly copied portraits of people in formal outfits, and a lovely still life of some oranges I enjoy having in my home today. And then my mother hit the kitchen as well. She hung colonial flowered wallpaper to replace the fifties farm scenes I’d loved as a child, and somewhere she found the awful paper cross stitch quotes in exactly the right colors to match.
 
This morning I finally took the time to look the quotes up. The Love quote I knew was one of my favorites from First Corinthians – “Faith, Hope, Love abide, but the greatest of these is love.” The Faith quote, I learned, was from Edna St Vincent Millay – “Faith can break the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.” Yawn. How hokey was that to a teenager? The third one, Hope, came from Alexander Pope. In the version on the wall, it had absolutely no punctuation and read “Hope springs eternal in the human breast Man never is but always to be blest.” This drove me crazy on a number of levels. Just look at all the ways you can punctuate that thing. Have fun. I also hated the idea that according to this we were NEVER blest. Say what? I live in a nice house, I have great parents, I go to an excellent school, I’m smart, I have a cute boyfriend, and you’re telling me I’m not blessed? That if I’m really lucky, I might be blessed sometime in the future? 


I put up with the other two quotes, but I begged my mother for years to take that Hope quote down. We had many an existential argument over it. She liked it. I offered to actually cross stitch her a different quote about hope. Offer refused.
 
That quote was still hanging there years later when my father sold the house. Dad asked me if I wanted those pictures. I just laughed. I didn’t need the yellowing paper and plastic frames – all I have to do to see them is close my eyes. I’m thankful for all the love I received and the faith I learned in that little house. And I still don’t agree with Alexander Pope. I’m blessed every day I’m alive.
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My grandfather's birthday. Even cynical teenagers like birthday cake.
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Joe Pittman link
7/10/2022 04:06:34 am

Great readinng your blog post

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