Mary Ellen’s Hands – A Tribute To The Women Of The "Greatest Generation"
Remember these hands were the words of her second-born to the grandchildren present for that inevitable moment when goodbye could no be longer held at bay. As the blood had just gone still and the warmth of her Spirit was slowly leaving them, I struggled to place Mary Ellens hands at rest in a position befitting the Life they embodied.
My mother was not a woman of words, or money, or song. Mary Ellen expressed her Magic through the labor and artistry of her hands. And what exquisite hands they were; long and slender, tanned and freckled with delicately rounded finger tips; the hands of a lady whose place and time put unreasonable demands upon the hands of a lady.
You see, Mary Ellen belonged to the Greatest Generation. A child of Armells Creek, born of the true love of a politician rancher and a poet educator, she was a Montana cowgirl trained as a curious mind to thirst for world travel and dine on fine china. Mary Ellens young hands were the hands that carried water home, reined saddle horses, and branded cattle. These were the same hands that mastered...
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