Elizabeth's birthday is today

and I ran into her photography teacher at the Farmer's Market in Callicoon.  Elizabeth loved photography, and learned immensely from her teacher.  It was good to see his kind, benevolent face today, and remember the many people who appreciated her gifts.

Thank you so much to Nick, and to Michael, for remembering her birthday today.  I had the urge to make cupcakes earlier this week, and now I know why.  Elizabeth would help me make the batter by cracking the eggs into the bowl.

Here is a picture of her with one of her birthday cakes at Lake Pokegama in Minnesota, probably when she was four or five years old.



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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry