My mom's uncle, Tom Chamberlain, passed away this morning at age 94....isn't that incredible?--he was born in 1913! We all think it is very sweet and fitting that the Irishman chose St. Patrick's Day for his departure.
Tom was one of three brothers: Tom, Dick, and Harry....no, I am not kidding you. Dick was my mom's dad. Since Tom lived in Bend we saw him occassionally, and he was the epitome of a dear sweet old man, with all of his marbles--full of stories, too. In fact, he was at our wedding, and I have been told repeatedly my him and my mother, that our wedding was the time of his life. He was VERY impressed with the belly dancers...I don't think a good Irish-Catholic boy like Tom had seen anything like that up close before!
My mom had been visiting him often, and saw him the night before. He lived in a house in Deschutes River Woods that he himself had built (he was a woodworker by trade)--actually when our family of 5 first moved to Bend, that was the house we lived in, and I remember it well.
An Irish toast:
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.