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Bette Hutchison Silver with her nephew Lawrence Andre

Across continents

Across time

Across consciousness

Across memory

 

Today

your birthday

in Australia

where I live

Tuesday 10 March

but not yet in

the USA

where you were born

10 March 1922

in Joplin Missouri

 

Connecting with you

Connecting with family

Opening up

Softening

Listening

Remembering

Missing you

 

Happy Birthday

Bette

Sorry friends. I have not posted anything on this blog for some time. We have been preoccupied here in Australia with bushfires and extreme climate events.  Global heating is real.  Climate emergency is here.

I wrote three short poems in the haze of bush fires.  You can read them on my other blog www.familyandfiction.com , which is about the novel I wrote (to be published soon), about my father W. Lon Hutchison, Tracking the Human: nobody’s a long time. 

Here’s a poem about family.

All Together

The sting of grief

rising up

through my body

burning my eyes

crying without tears

thinking of my mother

Did I betray her?

Was I there for her?

I am not grieving

I am connecting

Dead or alive

She is here

through my blog

through the wind sculpture

dedicated to her

through everyone

who remembers her

Her family she described

as dysfunctional

is a family

well documented

by me

A blog for my mum

A blog for a novel about my father

A book of poems and sketches

Keeping us all together

Myself, my mother, my brother Lon on the beach in Mazatlan, Mexico

 

Painting by Fred Williams

Silver and Grey

in the National Gallery of Art

Canberra, Australia

Silver and Grey, painting by Fred Williams

 

Echoes of indigenous art

The land has invaded

His work

His style

His colours

He is the land

He is the painting

 

Watch out

Warning

Reading poetry

makes you write

without stopping

even to sleep

And it’s past

your bedtime

Put your computer to sleep

If only you could do the same

to your mind

Good night

Sleep tight

Don’t let the bedbugs bite

Celebrating! My mother is floating somewhere in the Pacific Ocean where she wanted to be. She wrote her wishes down and we followed them.

My mother Bette Jo Hutchison Silver died 1 March 2011 in her bed, in her home at 623 Greenway Terrace, Brookside, Kansas City, Missouri. I was there. She had asked me the day before if she were dying. I said yes, and reassured her that all was well.

            Bette Jo Hutchison Silver (date 1996?)

Just before she died she opened her eyes, looked at me. I smiled and told her I loved her, gave her a kiss and she was gone. My son, Nathan Collett, was with us. Her grandson, Lawrence Andre, and his son Henry had said good-bye earlier that day.

My mom left written instructions that she was to be cremated and her ashes spread at Pt. Reyes National Seashore, north of San Francisco, California.   When I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, my mom and I frequently visited Pt. Reyes. One time, we backpacked up a steep hillside to Sky Camp and camped out together in a small tent.

When my nephew Lawrence found out about her wishes, he asked me to wait to distribute her ashes until he could come to California. So I brought her ashes to Oakland, California and set up a small altar to her.

 

Me in Oakland California with altar to Bette Hutchison Silver

Lawrence lives in Mission, Kansas, just outside Kansas City, Missouri. When my mother died, I was living in Nairobi, Kenya. I moved to Canberra, Australia in 2014. My mother’s ashes waited patiently for us in Oakland, California.

Finally, eight years after her death, we did it. In March 2019, I came from Canberra, Australia. Lawrence with his son Henry came from Kansas City. We met in Oakland, California. On Saturday 13 March 2019, we drove to Pt. Reyes National Seashore.

 

Bette Hutchison Silver altar at Limantur Beach Pt. Reyes National Seashore

 

Lawrence Andre and me at Limantur Beach with Bette’s ashes

A blue sky day, warm and windy at Limantur Beach. I read poems and tributes to my mom from family and friends. Then we opened up the box, took out the bag with her ashes and waded into the sea. We took turns throwing handfuls of her ashes into the Pacific Ocean. I threw one handful for my friend Martha. The wind carried the ashes up in an arc, then they dropped down into the ocean.

Opening the box with Bette’s ashes, me, Henry and Lawrence Andre

 

Me, Henry, and Lawrence wading into the ocean at Limantur Beach

Lawrence suggested that we fill the box that had held her ashes with sand and objects on the beach, including a sand dollar, part of a crab shell, and some small rocks. Now the altar honoring Bette Jo Hutchison Silver is back on the shelf in Oakland, California. Inside the box are memories from our day at Limantur Beach.

 

We remember you Bette.

We miss you!

 

24 Oct 2012

revised 11 July 2018

 

Sorting books

moving between

continents

Why do I choose

to keep poetry books?

Profound emotion

captured

in a few words

Like Chinese landscape

brush paintings

conveying

intense connection

with a few strokes

Sketch of Beach at  Tucacas, Venezuela

 

 

Silence Spoken

Poems and drawings by Pamela Collett

Available with a discount on http://www.lulu.com or

on Amazon or Barnes and Noble

with no discount.

Thank you for your interest.

A new blog coming soon about my novel

                                          Life Expectancy. 

Thank you for your generosity to let me read your poems and take delight in your photos and sketches.

 

You have the sensitivity and ability to catch the moment, in sparse words and sparse strokes.

 

I understand it is a joy to have  these gifts, like having a secret drawer in your desk.

 

Eva

Sweden

 

 

 

Silence Spoken is available at a discount on http://www.lulu.com

or full price on Amazon.

Thank you Eva and all the people who have given me feedback.

Much appreciated

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Bette Hutchison Silver, November, 2010

 

I wasn’t there

for her birth day

March 10 1922

How could I be?

I am her daughter

I was there

for her death day

March 1 2011

 

I was there

when she asked

am I dying?

I was there

to tell her

yes, she was dying

I was there

to tell her

not to worry

everything was

taken care of

She could go

leaving us behind

 

 

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Hutchison Silver (date 1996?)

           Bette Hutchison Silver (date? 1996)

 

Me and My mom at the Grand Canyon

 Me and my mom  Bette Hutchison Silver                                at the Grand Canyon

 

Even though you’re gone

you are still

brightening my life

Daily

What bracelets

necklaces

shall I wear today?

I never thought

about it before

until my mother

left me all her

jewelry

in a handwritten note

attached to her will.

She knew I had none

Had not really wanted any

Yet I enjoy choosing

something

from her

of her

to wear every day

 

My mom's jewelry

My mom’s jewelry

Happy Birthday Mom.

I miss you!

Third in a series of Memories of Lon Hutchison from his facebook page.

My brother, Lon Hutchison was hit by a bus and killed on 5 May 2014 while riding his bike in Mazatlan Mexico, where he had lived for several years.

Reposted with permission from the author

by Pamela Hutchison Collett

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Heidi Kelso posted to facebook

May 9 2014 near New York, NY ·

I just heard the news. I worked with Lon in the 90’s in New York City at The Academy Theater and because of facebook we were able to reconnect. I have so many memories of him making jokes, smiling and always being a positive person to be around.

In the last year or two since we reconnected I started a side business and he would like all my photos from my travels. Although it sounds like a small thing it showed that he was still the same kind and supportive person I remember.

This is so horribly tragic and I am sending thoughts and prayers to Lon’s family and loved ones. RIP Lon.

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver's life, March 2011

Lon Hutchison at the celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver’s life  March 2011  Kansas City, Missouri, USA

 

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