In the beginning…

A child was born. And the rest is history…

All Photos can be clicked for a high resolution copy.


The Perfect Ending

I have been waiting and waiting almost two weeks now, to once again see the perfect Spring Moment in my Mother’s Castle.

I am beginning to think that this is not a seasonal wonder, but it was a once in a lifetime event.  The ultimately beautiful ending of a Beautiful Life.  Let me explain… When my dear Mother transitioned onward I was struck by the beauty and perfection of the moment… The long winter had gone and Spring was in the air.  I always say transitioned because there was nothing about that time that suggested anything except growth, life, beauty and wonder.  I had opened the windows for the first time that year.  The song “Mama” was playing… and my Mama floated away….

The beauty of the time wasn’t just my imagination – we have photos…

The Cherry Tree, the Dogwood and the Poplar were all in bloom…

The Lilac, my Mother’s favorite bush, the only bush I have ever heard her specifically ask for, bloomed… and it wasn’t supposed to bloom on the first spring after it was planted!  She wanted me to plant it right by the window so she could smell it – and she did!

I have been waiting two weeks for this moment, and I realize now that this was a once in a lifetime event.  My Mother’s final celebration in her Castle…. her Castle saying good-bye…

The Cherry Tree bloomed two weeks ago…

And while it was beautiful, the flowers are falling the leaves are emerging and I am still waiting on the dogwood… The only way I could get a good picture of the buds was against the sky…

And the Lilac bush isn’t even THINKING of blooming…

Instead, the property has erupted in an explosion of moss everywhere.  My Mama knew I was crazy about moss…  Is it possible she knew we would be filled with awe and beauty and that is what we needed last year?  And now the moss has settled all around, like a soft blanket and an invitation to look closely and discover the little wonders in every crack and corner.

Look what I found right outside her window.

A Life Review

“The death of a mother is the first sorrow wept without her”

Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
~William Shakespeare

April 9, 2010 is one year ago today.



Born in Munson

Who would ever dream

What followed?

She took the road less traveled and she has made a difference.

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

A girl left her home on Colorado Road, bravely traveled down Hardscrabble Road and what the World saw next was Beautiful.



 There is more! Of course there is more… see the additional pages.

Santa and Bernice!

Merry Christmas!

My Mother at Twelve

I have a copy of this, but now I know the year.

Thank you Monica and Annie.  This was from Aunt Irene’s photo album they were kind enough to share with me.

The Young Burnisky Family

Young Anna and Anthony, and their son Anthony with his clarinet.  Young Anthony grew up to play the clarinet for the Army Air Corps Band. That is dedication and focus on the future – a Coal Miner and his wife, living on a farm, feeding a dozen children from the land, cooking on a coal stove, yet their children played instruments and went on to college.  The American Dream.

A photo with the family calf.  Who is the little girl?

This photo is dark but look at the high resolution copy.  Adorable, isn’t it?  Who are the children?  What a life!

A Mother’s Love

I never imagined I would be so lucky to see such a window into the heart and mind of Anna Sincavage Burnisky. I see ever so clearly what made her such a beloved Mother. A letter from “Mom” to her son Frankie.  I think about the fact that Frankie was her 5th out of 12 children.  Mom wrote this letter on February 28, 1929 from Munson.

(click for high resolution)

At this time, Mom had a 2 year old, a 5 year old, a 9 year old and more at home. Yet she found the time to write to Frankie. You can see the labor of love in the letter, the rather fine penmanship and good English considering… Does anyone know what her schooling was? She poured her love out to Frankie – evident by the fact that it is only one or two sentances, a stream of consciousness from a Mother who loves her son.  One of 12, but special, as each and every child of Anna Sincavage Burnisky was, and as each and every child knew they were.  I have paraphrased my favorite parts but you should make the effort to click for the high resolution copy and read the whole letter – it is a gem.

Dear Frankie… I thought that you forgot about me and did not like me but this letter sure surprise Frankie dear….I am sorry you send me your last money I guess you saved so hard to hold so much and now you do not have it any way…I sure was tickled… Ella said you was a fine boy and that is just wonderful… write every two week if you cant write every week… write everything at all just so I hear from you… the shortest letter will be good too

And the best part of all:

You asked me your age… you was 16 years old on the 14 Nov 1928. You are a big boy now I guess you will soon be getting married so find your self a nice girl… good by Frankie dear from your loving Mother hope to hear from very often

It is no wonder Frankie kept this letter, and his family still has it.  Thank you Billie, for sharing this treasure.

A fine young man like that, no wonder they baptised him on Christmas Day.  Note there is yet another spelling of Anna Sziemkiewicz and this time we see Burniski with an “i”.