Gathering in May

On May 14, 2011, a Gathering of Friends was held at Suzie’s home in Elkridge, Maryland. It was an informal memorial service for Suzie- a gathering for old friends and new friends to meet, remember their pastimes with Suzie, and to view her artwork and gardens. Sixty people, friends and family, attended the event; some friends traveling from Florida, California and as far away as Stockholm, Sweden. It was a bitter sweet time for me; there were quite a few sad moments for me as well as other close friends.I was amazed at the turnout of friends who were able to attend and the disappointment of people who were not able to travel here for the gathering.Everyone thought that Suzie would have given her approval for this  gathering- nothing formal but a good time with close friends and family.

In the rush of the event, there were several things that I was not able to do- things that Suzie had long ago said she would have liked me to do upon her passing. Two simple things- some prose and a song. So I am presenting them now to Suzie’s family, her friends and all who visit this site.

The prose is from "When We Were Very Young"  by AA Milne, 1924, titled "Spring Morning":


Where am I going? I don’t quite know.

Down to the stream where the king-cups


Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-

Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.

Where an I going? The clouds sail by,

Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.

Where am I going? The shadows pass,

Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,

You’d sail on water as blue as air,

And you’d see me here in the fields and say:

“Doesn’t the sky look green today?”

Where am I going? The high rooks call:

“It’s awful fun to be born at all.”

Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:

“We do have beautiful things to do.”

AA Milne Spring Morning

If you were a bird, and lived on high,

You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by,

You’d say to the wind when it took you away:

That’s where I wanted to go today!”

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.

What does it matter where people go?

Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-

Anywhere, anywhere, I don’t know.

The song is "I'll Fly Away" - Words and music by Albert E Brumley; sung by Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch

Album- Down From the Mountain  /  Oh Brother, Where Art Thou soundtrack.

Enjoy the song; it was one of Suzie's favorites.