Some days it feels as though there is a problem or a crisis in the lives of everyone I know. What a huge pity party we could throw! Then there are days when everyone I know is just rolling along, living their lives, things are good.
Life is good, so many say, and I will agree. However, I have just discovered that a special gal died fairly recently. I must have been out of town, or our newspaper perhaps did not carry the obituary as she was living in Richmond, Virginia.
It is hard to dscribe the sadness I felt when I realized that author Emyl Jenkins passed away in April. It was not sadness so much for me, but for us, all of us who read her writings and would continue to read them, looked forward to more to read. For all who called her friend, or even acquaintance.
I had the pleasure of meeting and working with Emyl as she wrote Southern Christmas. The Hunter House Victorian Museum is featured there and it was a treat to spend several days with her. We had the opportunity to share our lives, our stories and our love of The South; we found we were kindred spirits.
Emyl was gracious and generous; she was humorous and hospitable; she seemed almost family to me.
Her warm and gentle spirit will be missed in this world. I still feel sad about that, but if we will, we can carry forth her spirit.
If you have not had the chance to meet Emyl through her books, especially Southern Christmas and Southern Hospitality, do! If you love old treasures, read her appraisal books, and her fiction Stealing With Style set in and amid antique treasures.
I am so thankful that Emyl walked through my door and briefly into my life.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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