Comments on: Elizabeth Taylor https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/rip-elizabeth-taylor Sun, 17 May 2026 00:28:15 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0 by: Jewell https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/rip-elizabeth-taylor#comment-14343 Mon, 28 Mar 2011 03:26:05 +0000 https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/rip-elizabeth-taylor#comment-14343 Thoughts just began darting through my feeble brain. I hate this! We are the end, David. Our grandparents , their children, and now us. Will anyone value what we do? Will that matter if they don't? Will they look at where we grew up and see all we have experienced? Or look at the hills and valleys and hear the songs? Those things cannot be put into words. Feelings like firecrackers explode and cast fleeting lights inside my mind. I see Madge and Herbert's house, walk through the rooms and see the people from long ago in their ffrozen stances or smiles, or in tirades of invective. I see Lela Mae in the kitchen and hear her soothing voice witht he mild quiet sarcasm discussing the "Harringtons." Such a gleam in her eyes. I see Uncle Eldon , all storm and fire and brimstone "signifing nothing." I hear his footsteps as he came into the house. I remember the discussions that I heard from being there, on the fringe, not engaging, for I didn't want to. they were not my voice. My voice has a different attitude, a soft quietness in the middle of the night. Quite vunerable really. I can recall voices that sounded brass and cold and ....well, mean and ugly. Voices that tortured little souls with giant dreams and a lust for life. Once tortured and dead, the cruel ones had no idea what they had done and would accept no responsibility for the death. they only spoke of their truth, but they knew nothing of Truth itself. So what is the point of life? Born, life or try, finding a career to love, Masters was right: we are degenerate sons and daughters and it takes life to love life. What happens when that life that was shiny and new becomes tarnished and dull ---done by so called adults...because they can? Thoughts just began darting through my feeble brain. I hate this! We are the end, David. Our grandparents , their children, and now us. Will anyone value what we do? Will that matter if they don’t? Will they look at where we grew up and see all we have experienced? Or look at the hills and valleys and hear the songs? Those things cannot be put into words. Feelings like firecrackers explode and cast fleeting lights inside my mind. I see Madge and Herbert’s house, walk through the rooms and see the people from long ago in their ffrozen stances or smiles, or in tirades of invective. I see Lela Mae in the kitchen and hear her soothing voice witht he mild quiet sarcasm discussing the “Harringtons.” Such a gleam in her eyes. I see Uncle Eldon , all storm and fire and brimstone “signifing nothing.” I hear his footsteps as he came into the house. I remember the discussions that I heard from being there, on the fringe, not engaging, for I didn’t want to. they were not my voice. My voice has a different attitude, a soft quietness in the middle of the night. Quite vunerable really. I can recall voices that sounded brass and cold and ….well, mean and ugly. Voices that tortured little souls with giant dreams and a lust for life. Once tortured and dead, the cruel ones had no idea what they had done and would accept no responsibility for the death. they only spoke of their truth, but they knew nothing of Truth itself.

So what is the point of life? Born, life or try, finding a career to love,
Masters was right: we are degenerate sons and daughters and it takes life to love life. What happens when that life that was shiny and new becomes tarnished and dull —done by so called adults…because they can?

]]> by: Jewell https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/rip-elizabeth-taylor#comment-14342 Mon, 28 Mar 2011 03:07:03 +0000 https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/rip-elizabeth-taylor#comment-14342 Elizabeth has always been my favorite. I always thought your mom looked like her. Hope all is well with you and Luke. Love you. Elizabeth has always been my favorite. I always thought your mom looked like her. Hope all is well with you and Luke.

Love you.

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