Please publish or post this sotry. ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, July 25, 2010 12:25 PM Subject: reformatted story: The flower bed in the circle in the park.
The Flower Bed in the Circle in the Park By: Cynthia Groopman Living 60 years in a beautiful housing development, I have had the joy and happiness to sit in the circle of benches and surrounding that circle is a beautiful flower bed full of beautiful rainbow majestic fragrant flowers. As a child we would sit there seeking refuge from the summer heat since the area was shady and an oasis. Grandmother would sit with her ladies and they would speak of the old country in their native Yiddish. I would admire the flowers with my brother and we would run around the area with childhood joy and energy. The Good humor man riding on is bicycle would come ringing his bell and we would hustle to get an ice cram pop for fifteen cents. This was back in 1955 at age seven. Grandmother would open her purse and give us the coins and we would skip with a smile on our faces. As we sat there admiring the flowers and hearing the clamor of the people and my grandmother's singing of Yiddish songs, I would say to myself that that flower bed and that area would bring me joy as an older adult and it was unknown to me in what manner it would. That was God's mystery. The youthful happy days of summers flew by as quick as a wink and we grew up, grandmother passed on to her eternal home and so did her ladies, but the flower bed and the circle of the benches did remain. I did not return to that shade and refuge for many years. I worked, helped mom and dad, and had social life experiences. Then working at the senor center took up time. Somehow the charm of the area was not as alluring to me as it was when i was a child. The people spoke different languages, and there were children of different ages and no people my own age. However, an answer to my childhood dream did become a reality in September of 2006. The NY Post had announced that they were going to award me with their Livery Medal. That was exciting. The photographer wanted to take lots of pictures of me. One of the places he chose was the park .I told him of my dram and how the flower bed would serve a different purpose later in my life. He was excited. He escorted me downstairs and we took pictures there, in the same spot where my youthful bliss was spent. I could hear the songs and Yiddish joy of my grandmother speaking to her ladies, the ice cram bells and my brother and I running around with zest and youthful energy. As I sat there posing or stood near the flowers, I thought of my flowers of my youth. Life is like a flower. We are seedlings, greminate at the springtime of our life and then flourish and thrive with love and nurturing and love and sunshine. Although flowers no longer are with us, such as loved one, their elegance and joy never fade and these flowers are in our precious memories. Thus, 55 years ago, little did I know that the same area would be a joyful place for a 58 year old person to return to as a refuge of the fulfillment of a dream of a desire and bask in the fragrant triumph of jubilation. God has plans for us and those are as sweet as the flowers, and as zestful and energetic and blissful of our youth. Savor each hidden plan of God. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No infections found in this outgoing message Scanned by iolo System Shield® http://www.iolo.com -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dbilg?hl=en.
