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Qualities
Soft-spoken
Gentle
Could make feast
from nothing
Strong
Independent
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Myra Pearl Dow Brooks
'Aunt Pearl'
1888 - 1976
Standish, Maine
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Passions
Dows' Corner, Maine
Cooking
Sewing
Visiting
Salt Risen Bread
BF Lucy Libby
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Personal Tributes
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09/19/2008
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I have wonderful memories of your visits to Lynchburg and our family visits to Maine. Aaaaah, the cool nights and humidity free days. Skittering from house to barn via the woodshed chamber. Lots of nooks and crannies to play "hide and seek." Dow's Corner, always and ever quaint, and you, quite possibly, the quaintest person I've ever known. Never was much of a bean eater, but your baked beans flew down my gullet as fast as I could spoon 'em! Nights filled with stories, canasta, cribbage, listening to the Loons on Sebago Lake, huge thunder storms, and BATS...I never could figure out who was the most "chicken"...was it me and Dianne who sprinted out of the room and down the hallway (at that moment, the longest hallway in history,) screaming for you and Daddy, or was it Kathy who dove under the bedcovers the night the bat decided to share the bedroom with us? I thought it was the window sash fluttering around in the night breeze. I've forgotten Kathy or Dianne's take on it, but we all knew what it was when Kathy reached up and pulled the light switch string. It was better than any Halloween Eve I can remember...except, of course, for no chocolate. I was spooked for nights afterward, and from a kid's point of view, being a bit spooked was the greatest of all adventures. The night after, I knocked you flat on your back shying away from what I thought was another bat hanging from the porch side window sill. Later that night as Dianne and I were making our last trip to the loo, we saw you in the kitchen putting hot compresses on your hip. I felt so badly. I never once heard you complain but, then again, that was your way.
When I spent six months at Dow's Corner in 2000, I sat in the old barn remembering so many wonderful things about you...that old 1946 Plymouth parked in the barn with 48 miles on it. But in my imagination, I saw you "dashing through the snow" to Standish Corner in one of those old sleighs stashed in the back of a stall...cheeks blushed on the wind, handmade quilts tucked around your knees, whip tipped perfect for impulsion, and harness bells jingling joyfully into the afternoon...it is here I know you are free. Aunt Pearl, you rock!
Sharon
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Sharon Bryant
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Connections on ABreathAway:
Zelma White Bryant
- Niece
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