Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Dona Nobis Pacem ~ The Doll Box

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The Doll Box


“Put them in the pot, Mimi, just that way.”

I planted the last black-eyed Susan in the clay pot on the deck, richly purple and staring at me with an eye in the center of royalty's colored fall beauty.
I dug and rearranged and poured in fertilizer. Watered. Played in the dirt.
"Plant one more in the pot, Mimi. She'd like it that way."
"They remind me of her," I said out loud. "The dark ones she loved best. The black-eyed ones I don't care for, but I plant them anyway because she loved them so. I think they look disheveled and untidy - if a flower can be that way - and as she could be in the morning times. Her hair a mess and a cigarette over coffee, frying bacon at 5am so you'd have a great start to your day, wrinkled robe and a smelly kitchen. One bright spot of colorful charm – like my black eyed susan - was you, Papa."
I stopped planting.
I looked up.

My Papa stood looming over me with that jovial smile of his, a burst of sunlight behind his balding head and a brightly gleaming twinkle in the midst of the smile I adored. I was still unbalanced with a trowel in one hand and a pile of dirt in the other which prevented me from jumping immediately into his arms, but it didn't seem to matter; a warm wind blew straight through the curl hanging down the front of my right shoulder and moved it behind me to rest on the back of my sweater. I was sure of it. My Papa was always telling me to get my hair out of my face. No surprise to me now.

“I've been watching you, Mimi."
I laughed.

"Well you know she had to have things just right. Two purple here, one pink there, large petaled, small-petaled and a very straight row or you had to start all over."
He laughed.
"I remember."
I fixed my eyes upon the face of the man who held the key to my heart ever since the day I took my first breath. I put the trowel down, the dirt fell from my fingers and I found myself sitting in the fall sunlight, listening to leaves drop playfully from the trees that surrounded me. I watched them fall almost on command at his huge overgrown feet that were firmly planted in front of me. Steel-toed shoes, huge shoes, painful shoes, important shoes.

It would take him forty-five minutes in the mornings before work to lace them up. Rheumatoid arthritis claimed his quality of life, pain a constant companion, everyday tasks a monumental chore - and yet he rarely missed work (thirty-three years in a furniture plant) and most days he tilled the garden out back in the evenings. For today, I was content to sit at his feet and plant flowers. He was there to give me a warm breezy hug. Of course, I knew he wasn't really there.

Was he?

Resigned to never again help him unlace the knotted shoestrings that strangled too tightly across his tender feet, I turned away to wipe a tear.
I miss him still.
"I've been watching you - you and the peace globes" he said.

I smiled and stood up. He was right.
Pansies could wait.


"I know, Papa. I've known for some time. You always give me courage when I need it, inspiration when I've lost it, and the biggest laughs....I get the most joy from your far-flung sense of humor. It is with me still." He roared a belly laugh I thought I'd never hear again this side of Heaven. It nearly rocked me off balance, causing me to drop the flat of pansies on the deck, so deep it was, so rich. So Papa.

"I need to ask you! Papa! I have so much to ask you. I don't know what to do about.....
Will you stay?"

"Mimi," he said with that tsk tsk expression, "I need to ask you a question."

I sat back down, wondering somehow if I'd done something wrong. Had I gotten it all wrong? Does he want to talk about the marbles? Yes, that must be it. The marbles. He wants to tell me how he made them. He'll tell me and I'll tell my readers and they'll tell people and he'll explain it all.

I waited.
His eyes to me looked young, as young as he must have been the day he married my pansy-stricken grandmother. They were in the prime of their lives and so in love, both prepared to begin a new life. And now, they were both gone. I had her pansy pots and her azalea bush and her quirkiness. He had memories not to be shared with a granddaughter but memories I saw playing behind the youthful grin. I did not let on. But I knew there were stories he must - he surely must - somewhere - somehow - still share with her.
"Ask, Papa. I'll tell you anything you want to know,” digging a new opening in the dirt for one more yellow pansy
.
"Why? Why Mimi?..........why do you need so many?"

"Because she said if you planted enough of them really close together it would make the bouquet brighter and....."
"No, Mimi. Why do you need so many peace globes?"


I stopped digging, puzzled.

"I don't need them, Papa, they just keep coming. Through my mail and in the back way. In the middle of the night. In the morning. In the evenings. All colors, all creeds, all walks of life. All species, all reasons, some frivolously made, some seriously woven and others with a single signature. Those I like, too."
He sighed.

Had I disappointed him? Was that the wrong answer? What does he want me to say?

If there's one thing about my Papa that was always the best thing - it was his deliberate ability to cut through my facade and get to the truth -usually without a word, never with a scold, and any "serious conversation" he made with me always came on the palpable presence of one who loved me so unconditionally I could never have doubted his intent for my good or his wish for my clear understanding. Laden with well-worn common sense wisdom, I soaked it up often, playing carefully at his painfully laced shoes which criss-crossed in front on me in the living room floor at the bottom of the old leather recliner he loved.
And today, I felt much like that seven-year-old.

Papa had one more story to tell.

"Do you remember the dolls, Mimi? The 100 Dolls?"

"Oh yes, Papa. I still have them. I keep them in the box for safekeeping. They are in perfect condition though the box is yellowed now and torn on the edge. I still see your address, your name, the paid postage stamp and the tape."

He suddenly got a serious look. "I remember the day you asked me for them. We were thumbing through a catalog and you squealed with delight. "One hundred dolls!! How could 100 dolls come in one box?" you asked.

“I remember,” I said. "They costs one dollar and we had to send away for them all the way to New Jersey and add our postage fee. I was so excited and couldn't wait to get them in the mail. I think I was seven? Yes, just about that age."

"Open them, Mimi. They hold a secret. Open the box."

I'm writing this story at my usual perch at the table but of course, in my mind's eye I am there, on the porch with my Papa and we are planting pansies and the sun is hot and the leaves are falling and I don't want to leave. We are having such a lovely day. All is right and he has chosen to visit me now. I don't want to break the spell. I don't want to open the box.....but it is there. It is there in front of me, on the table.
I picked it up, put my reading glasses on, trying to make out the fine print. I reach for a magnifying glass to help but for some reason, I put it down. I couldn't. I couldn't look. I just couldn't.

And when have you ever been able to disobey him? Never. And when have you ever disappointed him? Sometimes. And will you do that today? No.
I picked it up again.

Bulk Rate. US Postage Paid. Newark, N.J. Permit No.4396.
100 Dolls Dept R
285 Market Street
Newark, N.J

What's so special about this old box of dolls? They're plastic and probably a few are missing. Pink. Flimsy. Tiny little things. Not at all like I.....


"Right," said Papa, " you were disappointed. You were disappointed when they arrived a few weeks later. I could see it in your face. I never forgot how cute it was when you said, "NOW I know how they got so many dolls in one box. They don't look like the picture in the magazine at all. They are very small and I think I might even break them." "So you sat at the kitchen table night after night and lined them up. Trying to figure out which was a cook and which was a nurse and which was a girl and which was a boy. I told you that they all have a face and they all have a voice, even if they are on the small side. You made up stories to go with them and then, once you'd brought them to life, there was a sadness about the way you stored them away. Back in the box. Back in the box. Always back in the box."
He shook his head.

This was not going to be easy. What does he want me to see? There won't be an obvious blue world globe-like marble sitting there this time, we're talking about prissy dolls for a prissy girl who turned into a prissy woman who has no idea why she's crying at her keyboard in the middle of this unfinished story.
Until......

I decided to open the box.

And there it was. Something I'd forgotten about. On top of my dolls in the lower right corner was a matchbox size toy. He'd sent away for that too. It came with my dolls. "Tricky Dogs" They were magnets. One white dog. One black dog. When you start to play with them, they always gravitate toward each other. After forty years the magnet is still strong. I turned them over in my hands I read the back of the box.

Directions: Place one Tricky Dog on a surface (polished wood or glass) Push the other Tricky Dog up to it from behind, or sweep the second Tricky Dog in a half circle around the first one. Watch them twirl!

My tabletop is made of glass. I took the black one and put him up front, made a sneak attack by the white one and voila! the black dog began to spin in a circle - in an energetic frenzy - and aligned itself with the other one smashing into him, wagging their magnetic tails and gravitating together: smooching, the way only magnets can. Most of the time I played with the dolls, but Papa......he would rather I lay aside the Barbie doll brain and chase my dream around the glass top. He was like that. Always dropping life lessons in my lap, at inopportune times like today, when I'd rather be planting pansies.

I laughed. I'd forgotten the hours of entertainment we'd had trying to make the dogs do something else. I tried to separate them so many times - so like me to want to even argue with electrons and atoms - but they always ended up smacking into each other no matter what I did and the twirling little dance always ended with a dog collision. Inevitable. Worked every time. Without fail.
The globes, Papa. They all spin their own way and yet they eventually make their way towards one another spinning together and with one purpose. Is that right?


Now my grownup mind understands such things. I know there really is no "trick" - I know they're just heavily plastered metal toys with magnet skates on the bottom - but I'm not a grownup today. I'm a seven year old on the floor with my Papa and we are playing from the box he mail ordered for me in the 1960's. And I am laughing. The dogs still make me laugh.

I sighed. This observation is just too obvious. Magnets. Globes. Spinning earth balls. Earth Science. I get it. I get it. I turned to him and said, “I know all about this little analogy. I went to college and got a degree since you've been gone ya know. And anyway, I need to finish planting these pansies and get them all in a straight line the way she would....the way she would.....Papa?”

Papa?

He was gone.

And I was left with a tabletop full of little pink dolls piled on top of each other, delighted to be free of the box, criss-crossing on top of one another and laid crosswise in the jumbled life of another doll, too many for a seven year old to count, too tiny for a middle aged woman to see in great detail and yet.....somehow I knew they'd been waiting for just this hour to make their second debut into my life. Pink. Plastic. Fragile. Soft spoken. And yet....when I put them all together they make an enormous pile.

Like my globes.

“Why? Mimi why? Why do you need so many?”

I never answered his question. That must be why he left. I suppose he is angry with me. I'll have to tell him another time about the blogger from Hong Kong and the man from Singapore and Idaho met Japan and tomorrow Italy promised to email Turkey....Israel and Poland and Tennessee and Michigan is helping Ireland make a globe and it doesn't matter how small their blogs may be, they all have a face and all have a voice and they just want to speak their ....oh never mind.
Hmmm.....It's been forty years and I still haven't played with all those dolls. No time like the present.





So, I took them out of the box. One by one. A nurse, a dancer, an Indian man, two clowns, Spanish people, a ballerina, a little girl, a man speaking, a roping cowboy, a smiling cowgirl, a Buddhist monk, a Chinese man, a Mexican hat dancer, a Gypsy girl playing a tambourine, Bolero dancers, Little Bo Peep, all nationalities, all creeds, all expressions, all costumes of origin and a world of imagination at my fingertips that now played alone without the fumbling arthritic hand of the man who gave them to me so long ago.......a Peruvian girl, a small child playing ball, a colonial doll with a full skirt taking a bow (My favorite. She bowed a lot in those pre-pencil skirt days). I remembered how his hands were so large and gnarled, fumbling with the small creatures as they fell in his lap. I would laugh and we would start the dance again. The Buddha man would twirl with the Peruvian woman while the little boy with the ball - perhaps it was a jack-in-the-box - sat quietly in the middle of it all. They all got along in my peaceful box universe. The dolls in my box lived in one world, dancing and spinning around. "I'll get that for you, Papa,” I said, “ the lady from Spain would like to dance with the Russian ballerina now if you don't mind........Papa!?”

I looked up from the land of pink twirling peace and saw a tear roll down his cheek and land on his steel-toed shoe.
I could tell he longed for our pink doll world of friendly global dancers and I so wanted to never see him sad again. “My life went sailing by," he said, "like a thin silk pansy leaf falling on the wisp of a breeze. I blinked and it was gone. Not much older than you are today. So much left to do. So much left to say. Many more flowers to plant. Many more stars to catch. More dances to dance. My work was not done...... But you knew that, didn't you, Mimi?

I did?

“All I know, Papa, is that I wasn't there that day. I canceled our outing and you left without me. You and grandmother went to the doctor and after that day, I never saw you again. Not ever again. I was angry because you did not say goodbye. I was angry that I did not say goodbye. And I longed to tell you all my tales and all my stories. I've waited for you to tell me what to do.

I put down the dolls and looked at his wisdom worn face, anxious for the answers that I needed
. But he had a way of making me figure it out for myself. This day was no different.

“You do not need me to tell you what to do. I am proud of you and you are doing just fine. Just remember one thing: It takes all the dolls in the box to make the world a beautiful place, Mimi. . They can't hear what the other one has to say unless you introduce them to one another and set their feet to dancing.
Take them out of the box.”


Just take them out of the box.

That's it? That's the secret? Take them out of the box? But what about the globes? And the marbles? I jumped up to give him a hug the way I always did but he was gone.


In the bottom of the box I found a piece of yellow paper. It had my name on it, folded, in my grandmother's handwriting. I opened it. It was a speech I'd made in church for a Christmas program when I was 3 years old. He'd tucked it away in the bottom of my doll box. I smiled as I remembered that the best part of that day had been running down the church aisle and jumping into his white-sleeved arms for a hug and a kiss. If I ever doubted what my grandfather gave to me, and continues to instill in me even now, it is the simple power of love and a respect for all creatures large and small - pink and Peruvian.

And that, my friends, is all we need.
*********



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Update: Dona Nobis Pacem is now in Wikipedia. Please visit Vinny at The Big Leather Couch and thank him for taking it upon himself to see that this happened. It was a great surprise yesterday! (and then they deleted the page. We shall try again...)
Click here to read The Silence of Peace: Papa's Marbles, written on the first Dona Nobis Pacem November 7, 2006. Peace to you and yours.






70 comments:

Dr. A said...

You tell the best stories. Peace to you and your family. And, Peace on Earth...

NOLADawn said...

Mimi, as I sit here with tears streaming down my face I wish you the most peaceful Dona Nobis Pacem yet. Of course I'll be in the classroom all day, but I can't wait to get home and see all there is to see around the blogosphere.
Peace to all.

Bond said...

Mimi...brilliant...but that is how I described you when I first linked you over on The Couch...and that was about 13 months ago... You touched me once again.

Samantha & Tigger said...

Thanks for the BlogBlast for Peace! It is wonderful! Have a Peaceful day.
Your FL furiends,

jmb said...

Have a great day Mimi. Great idea you had.

.:mar said...

Such a lovely stories, your Papa must be very proud of you :)
My Peace Glove is posted, have a wonderful day!

Travis said...

Amazing.

RUTH said...

Wonderful. Thanks Mimi for organising this special day. Peace to the world :o)

Kimo & Sabi said...

Our peace globe is up! (we hadded to used da same one from last time cuz we ran out of time in our schedule, but we thought it wuz important anyways).
Peace be wif you!

polliwog said...

You did it again Mimi girl. This story brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my heart. Love you!

Meloncutter said...

Peace to you my friend. Peace to the world.

Later Y'all.

Patti said...

What a beautiful story you have told us, Mimi. It brought me back to my childhood and memories of my own grandfather...
Thank you for that.

Have a wonderful, peaceful day.

Anndi said...

Thank you

Sanni said...

Ooooh, where are the tissues???
Thank you so much, Mimi!

Happy 1st Blogblast for Peace anniversary!

♥ & PEACE,
Luis, Frank & Sanni

Turnbaby said...

Just lovely.

Thank you for this.

Smooch

PYB said...

Pax vobiscum, Queen Mimi!

Sannis Evil Blogger Twin said...

Thank you, Mimi!

Peace be with you and yours...

Matt-Man said...

Peace and Cheers Mimi!!

Jersey - The Furry Diva said...

That´s a bootiful story, Miss Mimi!
I´m offering free nose-licks for PEACE today. Want one???

*woof*

Dragonheart said...

Wonderful post, Mimi. :) That was a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing. Purring for peace here in Munich.

Lee said...

Mimi, you definitely have the storyteller's gift. You brought tears to my eyes...and I'm a manly man!!

God Bless and Thank You!!

captain lifecruiser said...

Wonderful story, and very touching. You're a true story teller :-)

I've put up my post, but no globe since I've been too busy. I did what I could....

Dona Nobis Pacem Nov 2007

ACey said...

A wonderful story beautifully told

Carver said...

Hi Mimi,

I learned of this from JMB's site. What a great idea and post you wrote. Best wishes, Carver

Odat said...

We're all out of our box today!!!
Singing and dancing and peacing out!!!!
What a heart felt story.....I'm here at work and can't do anything until I dry my eyes....Thank you!
Peace

Mo said...

Mimi - I already was misty-eyed before I read your story.
Have you seen the Linky Box at The Cat Blogosphere today?
http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/
OVER THIRTY cat blogs are listed there with either "Dona Nobis Pacem" or "Peace Globe" in their link title.
I was so touched. Cat Bloggers Rule.

Peace to you, my dear.
Looking forward to this evening.
Pax vobiscum,
mo

Cheysuli said...

A tough one to write this year--there is so much passion and it feels like there is even more to be done.

Dixie said...

Love you stories.

Happy Peace Globe Day!

I'm up!

SMOOOCHES~

katherine. said...

ahhhh Mimi...never feel angry for not saying Good Bye....They have not left...they live in your heart.

You'll see them on the other side.

thank you for your devotion to Peace.

much love to you and yours.

Sandee (Comedy +) said...

May your day be filled with peace my friend. :)

SabineM said...

Thank you for organizing this!
WHAT a fabulous idea!

barbara said...

Hi Mimi,
My God; this was really worth the waiting. I'am touched to the bottom of my heart.
So beautiful.
I understand your message.Because I also believe in peace, I'am here and participating.

God bless and Peace be with you.

Hahn at Home said...

Emailed globe last night. Thanks for doing this - it's a brilliant concept I predict will last years (as will the state of war--unless this does catch on, or something like it).

tegdirb92 said...

beautiful MIMI, thanks for an unforgettable day.

Bridget

CountryDew said...

Peace to you Mimi. Thanks for the Peace Globe initiative. Blessed be to all.

Cindy said...

Love this!

Robin Lee Sardini said...

Mimi, your story needs to be in a book! It brought tears to my eyes...I hope you know how well you've carried this off! Your Papa is very proud, Mimi!
Very proud, indeed!

Margo Moon said...

Mimi, Mimi! Look what you've done, girl.

I am commenting before reading the post. Yes, I am. Because I'm saving this one for tonight, when I can settle down with something hot to drink in front of the fire and savor every word.

You're all that!

Travis said...

I've been reading some amazing words out there today, both in posts and on Peace Globes.

People get it. And I firmly believe that it's more than just those of us who have chosen to participate today.

Thomma Lyn said...

Mimi, you're an amazing lady. Thank you for being you, thank you for being such an inspiration.

Peace to you and yours. :)

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Though I hardly saw any of the pictures, it was a wonderful post, Mimi. A magnificent gesture.

DK & The Fluffies said...

Paz

Salix Tree said...

Oh my gosh! I too ordered 100 dolls when I was a girl, and was expecting something quite different. Very dissapointed at first to find a pile of tiny pink plastic figures. But I did play with them a lot, and still have a handful to this day!
Peace and love to all.

Mimi Lenox said...

Dr. A - Thank you. Peace to you as well.

NolaDawn - I can't wait to read what the kids in your classroom have to say.

Bond - You know how I feel about your involvement with Peace Globes. Your support means the world to me. You are a true blue peace blogger. Thank you.

Samantha & Tigger - To you as well!

Jmb - Peace to you. I will get over to your site soon to read!

Mar - Looking forward to reading your post. Thanks for the link.

Travis - Your post was inspiring. I hope everyone will click over and read it.

Ruth - You and your peace gardens understand the pansies,huh?

Mimi Lenox said...

Kimo and Sabi - The cats rule once again for peace!

Polli - Thanks for blogging for peace today. Your globe is the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's a Peace Train!

Meloncutter - Peace to you and yours as well.

Patti - Family memories are the best when shared with someone as special as he was.

Anndi - You're welcome. Thank you for being here.

Sanni - You know how I feel about you! I couldn't have done this without you. The globes you made for people are beautifully done.

Turnbaby - Your post was lovely as well and I hope to talk to you on the show tonight.

pvb - Peace to you as well.

Evil Blogger Twin - You're not such a bad girl. I know who you really are! ahem....

Matt-Man - Peace and what a fabulous post you wrote today.

Jersey - Free nose licks for me? Wow. Did you have some cake? If Homer (that's my dog) didn't eat it all.

Dragonheart - Purring for peace from Germany are ya? I loved your post about the military.

Lee - Even manly men cry. Sorry!
Have some cake. You'll feel better.

Captain Lifecruiser - Hope things are settling down for you now and you are feeling "at peace."

Acey - Thanks for stopping by and peace to you and yours.

Carver - Thank you and welcome to BlogBlast For Peace.

Odat - We're out of the box! And dancing!

Mo - Looking forward to the show as well. Gotta get ready. Please send questions.....and I hope you guys will call in tonight at 7pm est on The MO Show.

Cheysuli - Yes, a tough year with all the current circumstances. Thanks for contributing and hey.....are you still running for President?

Dixie - Your peace globes made me cry. Matt is a wonderful young man.

Katherine - I know...

Sandee - My friend and fellow peace blogger - thank you for your support and enthusiasm.

Sabinem - You're welcome. I will visit you soon!

Barbara - I'm so glad you're taking part and I will be there soon to read your wonderful post for peace.

Hahn - I'll keep doing it until peace breaks out.

Tegdirb - It is an incredible day for me. Thanks for being here.

Country Dew - I always love your colorful and peacefully adorned peace globes from the country.

Cindy - Welcome!

Robin Lee - Thank you and so glad you joined us today. I will get over to your site as soon as possible. Can't wait to read...

Margo Moon - Don't forget the cake. And maybe a little Chardonnay?


Travis - I'm reading some amazing words as well. Overwhelmed with pride for my fellow bloggers.


Thomma Lynn - Thank you so much and really it is the bloggers (as I've said before) who make this day what it is. We all share in its success. Peace to you and yours.

Jean-Luc - I'm sorry about the pictures. Did you get to at least have some cake?

DK & The Fluffies - Peace to you as well and Welcome.

Salix Tree - How interesting. Do you have pictures of them? I'd love to see them. Peace!

Jos said...

Hi Mimi, I have not been able to participate with a globe, but boy.. have I seen a lot of them. I am touched by your initiative and I am certain that it has inspired many many people to think about how they, as a blogger, can make a change for peace. And their readers in turn will definitely be inspired too.
I have written a little post about this, to thank you and all these bloggers for this. Thank you.

Ruis said...

What a *beautiful* story, Mimi!! Our staff is sitting next to me with tears in their eyes.

It is the first time we participate with a globe. Love and respect for everyone and every-species is our
contribution to peace.

Peace to you and yours!
~Ruis & the kitties at Catwalk
~The staff

PS -- we emailed you our globe last night (Dutch time)

Danielle said...

You are an angel! and proof that blogging can make a difference both individually and collectively.

Please pass the PEACE!

Much Love! and of course Peace.

Linda said...

Peace to you, Mimi, and to those you love.

Looking forward to hearing you on The Mo Show tonight!

bundle-o-contradictions said...

Peacie! :)

Mauigirl said...

This story made me cry - I went through three Kleenexes at work!

I am linky-challenged - can't figure out how to get the Mr. Linky code thingie. Can you e-mail it? Thanks!

Mauigirl52@yahoo.com

mjd said...

Mimi, Thanks for promoting peace through this worldwide effort. My Peace Globe entry for today is posted.

Jeff B said...

What a great way to find your site!

Every movement started with one small voice!

Peace

Patti said...

Mimi, as others have said thanks for being as passionate as you have been about peace. And like you here, I have learned so much about important things in life from my grandpa. You are wonderful, the blogosphere's treat...

Ralph said...

Mimi, will I ever learn to make sure my Blogger account is on! Peace to a lovely person!

zeroimpact said...

Just one word... PEACE!!!

Desert Songbird said...

Lovely, lovely story.

Sigh.

Karen Jo said...

Great story, Mimi. I finally mailed you my peace globe today. Sorry I was so late.

Amazing Gracie said...

Oh how I wish I had your ability to tell stories such as you. You have such a great gift - to move people through your words. Beautiful, beautiful...
~~~Blessings~~~

Kirsten said...

Thank your for including me. Peace!

Kirsten

Mimi Lenox said...

Jos - I will read your post. Thank you very much.

Ruis - I enjoyed chatting with you tonight and hope you have pleasant dreams of peace globes.

Danielle - I love your globe. It is so creative.

Linda - Peace to you and yours as well.

Bundle - I love the rainbow in your avatar! Peace.

MauiGirl- Glad you enjoyed the story and sure, I'll send the code.

MJD & Jeff B - Nice to make your cyber acquaintance. Please come back and visit anytime.

Patti & Ralph - I have enjoyed meeting the two of you so very much. You have become precious jewels in the blogging community.

Zero - You were an original peace blogger. I've always loved your colorful globes.

Desert - Your song is still resonating in my head. I hope everybody goes over and listens to you sing. Lovely.

Karen Jo - I got it! Thank you and it will soon appear in the gallery.

Gracie - I'm glad you enjoyed the story and I'll be over to see you soon! Peace!

susha said...

Hi,

Thanks for your message in my blog. I just opened my blog to know that I missed that great day...

Susha

anyhowblogs said...

The Singaporean kid's peace post is up! Peace be with all!

Annelisa said...

Beautiful Post, Mimi!

I've been tearing my hair out (yes, I have quite a lot of it now!) trying to get here, and got here finally... it was so worth it!

I shall start roaming the world asap to admire the beautiful globes...

Oh yes, and big Congratulations!! on the Wikipedia entry - I was going to get my son to put an entry in last year, but he told me it had to have a certain number of links before it would be viable and someone wouldn't remove it- you obviously made the grade, sweetie!

Peace to you Mimi... you deserve it!! :-)

Artemis said...

Congratulations on all you've done! Peace...

A

lizza said...

You tell the most heartwarming stories, Mimi. And they're all the more poignant to read because they come from personal experience.

Hope you never forget to take all the dolls out of the box every now and then, and just play.

Tight hugs, dear friend.

Akelamalu said...

I was so sure I left a message here yesterday Mimi - anyway although I have read about the beginning of the Peace Globe before it was a joy to read again.

Peace to you and yours Mimi. xx

lala said...

mimi- you are just about the coolest blogger around.

Mimi Lenox said...

Susha - You may still do a peace globe and post it on your site of course! I hope you will and thanks for visiting.

Singapore Kid rocks. As always.

Annelisa - I missed you but I understand completely. I still haven't gotten around to seeing them all. I am pacing myself. It will take a while. Peace and love to you.

Artemis - Thanks for stopping by. Have some cake?

Lizza - "...and just play" you say?
You're absolutely right. I plan on doing that pronto. You are a sweetie.

Akelamalu - I went to your blog a couple of days ago and read the story of your father. How is he? Thank you for being such a big part of this movement. Hugs.

Lala - I'm cool? Really? Aw shucks. You're a youngun' Lala and it's an honor to be called "cool" by a cool gal like yourself. How many days until you see that handsome beau of yours?

Danielle said...

Been so busy, I just now had the chance to really read through this great piece of work. It is wonderful that you can "feel" conversations with your Papa. I can definitely relate.

Thank you again!
Danielle

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