The story begins with my brother, and while visiting a friend in Scituate Massachusetts he came upon a number of typed poems written by his friend as well as this one written by Lola B. Minard. Knowing my great interest in shell art he passed it on to me. After reading it for the first time I could not get over its kind simplicity as she expressed to her daughter what could be done with the treasures from the sea they were collecting that day. I was inspired to say the least by this wonderful story. In one of the many lines she explains “You hold them very tenderly and dream about the sea”, and the word “dream” in that line stands out in my mind. I can clearly see them standing there at that special moment in time on a beach collecting shells. Then years later holding those shells in her hand they begin to speak to her of that warm summer day by the shore. There is no question in my mind that Lola never wanted to lose sight of that day and in the artistry of words set it to prose.
So as you can see there was a very special reason for Lola to write this poem and a reason for my brother to find it and think of me. Now it was up to me to find the reason that it had crossed my path.
I know what I`m about to say is a bit off the wall but somehow even though I never met Lola it became important to her to share her special moment in time with me. Somehow she knew placing it in my life's path, I would not just step around it. She knew through my love of shell art I would find a way to set it in a place of honor. I could sit here and tell you all of what I went through to create that place of honor but none of that is important. All I want to say is thank you Lola, it was your words that painted the picture below.
Listing of previous blogs re: Lola B. Minard's Poem