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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
2:55:21 AM EDT
Today Show
My friend Eli was on the Today Show. To see her clip, you may go to http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25333354
I went down on the train to New York and had a good time cheering her on. I did not go to the set of the Today Show, but met her with her other friends at Michaels Restaurant afterwards.
At Eli's request, I brought paper crowns for all the guests. So, picture ten beautifully dressed women in a gorgeous New York restaurant wearing bejewelled turquoise crowns.
The women at the next table wanted to buy the crowns. I sold them for donations to Grafton Cares which is the community based fund here in my town for taking care of special needs of community members.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
5:01:00 AM EDT
For Sale, 502 Lauderdale, Rockport, Texas
Our condo has been freshly painted and spruced up. It is for sale in Rockport, Texas. Faye Scott will be happy to sell it to you.
361-729-7474 800-436-9511
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4:40:48 AM EDT
Daffodil Days
I hope you have been able to see the most recent issue of Quilting Arts Magazine. The cover is my work. I made "Daffodil Days" back in the spring when I was dreaming about the beautiful Daffodils that grow on the back part of my Vermont property. I did not get to see them this year, although there were a few nice ones here in our Texas garden back in February.
The article that I wrote, on page 13 gives a step by step instruction on how to make something using this technique.
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Friday, May 23, 2008
2:00:44 AM EDT
Daisy Turner Alford
Daisy joined our family on the Saturday before Easter. Daffney was starting to be lonely and so my nephew Peter and I decided we should help her out by getting her a companion. We found Daisy in Pflugerville at a wonderful famliy's home. She was one of two in her litter, both females.
John was able to enjoy Daisy for several weeks before his death. Each time he saw her, he smiled and enjoyed touching or patting her. We snuck her into the ICU of the hospital and I hope you will not tell on me.
Daisy is named after a famous Grafton, Vermont woman. The original Daisy Turner was the last daughter of a family who came out of slavery to freedom in Vermont. She lived to be 104 and was known for telling wonderful stories. http://www.vermontfolklifecenter.org/multimedia/womenspeak/womenspeak_turner/index.htm
Now our puppy Daisy is in Grafton. I will meet her and her big sister Daffney in Grafton on Tuesday when I fly up. Her Uncle Bo and her Uncle Randy flew with both dogs earlier this week and I will meet them there.
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1:50:41 AM EDT
Beam me up Vortex, Beam me up Vortex, Beam me up Vortex
I am picking up on the lingo in Sedona. The locals call them Crystal Crunchers. I sat at breakfast and tried to make sense of the conversations that "resonated" around me. It went like this:
"My inner child is so being validated while I sit in a vortex very much like being in a microwave oven. I do so want to validate those around me who have been able to sit in their stuff long enough to personalize their own awareness. We all have our boundaries, yes, indeed, so true, but to clarify, we have to take those risks to be able to receive the vision of our karmic master. Of course we all want to honor your needs while taking care of ourselves. We resonate. We receive very elegantly as the well of truth is being poisoned by people who lack authenticity. Our internal calculators say we can do things that our solar plexus does not allow. But by the same token, I want to give you the space to be real. Lets let go of our pre-conceived identity and facilitate the rising manifestations of one spirit and one heart. I try not to run in my own stuff, you see, because my gut sense is that his passion and energy will impel us to facilitate a sacred divine rising within this microcosm of time. Yes, I feel very real when I speak with you in such an open fashion. It is a feeling of one spirit and one heart. It is because we have let go of our preconceived identity. Your spirit guides seem to communicate with mine at a very personalized karmic level. What risk takers we all are! This kind of straight, pure, intuitive communication reveals such a celestial plethora of pearls of wisdom. For those of us who live in the now, this is a huge risk. But of course for risk takers such as us, authenticity of purpose is the great revealer of the truth we seek. How I wish to share with you. I have such strong feelings as I sit in your aura. I can see purple light all around you. Shall we go to my room or yours?
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
2:14:05 AM EDT
Sedona Psychics
 I am approaching the finish line on my second week in Sedona. The Amara staff still opens the door every time I approach and they still greet me with a smile and ask me how my day was. I have a view of the fire pit from my room, so I don't even need to be downstairs to enjoy it at night. I can stay up here and watch it from my balcony.
The treatment has done all these things that I didn't know about. One of them is full range of motion. Ok, of course I knew about that. I just hadn't experienced it in a long time.
This afternoon I went for my hair cut appointment. I was really excited about going because I am starting to look like a Jerome full timer. I got to the salon at 4 and started reading magazines. At 4:30 I asked the other stylist if my stylist knew I was there. She reluctantly called and checked. No. At five I left. The other stylist told me that in Sedona it takes two to three weeks to get an appointment. I need to have the people from Amara give her some tips on how to treat people. So, I went to see a psychic.
I drove down into the small village of Tlaquepaque. There are several psychic store front buildings along the way there. I chose one at random and was told, when I entered to go talk to the psychic concierge. I asked for a reading. "Sure," she said. I asked her why she didn't just know what I wanted. "I am not the psychic, she said. "What is your name?" she asked. "Who's asking?" I replied.
There were only three psychics left in the building. I settled on Victor because I liked his picture. I liked the long white beard and although he did not advertise that he was a pet whisperer like the other two, I chose him anyway. When he came down to lead me to his room, he asked a few friendly questions.
His room was a visually chaotic hodgepodge that resembled my sewing room after a tornado. Except I don't have a cool collection of small toy box-cars or 57 Tarot card sets or a giant beach ball hanging from the ceiling.
We talked. And talked. And talked. I learned a lot. It was fun. I got out in one piece. I did not have chicken necks for dinner.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
1:47:05 AM EDT
Sedona Adventures
Sedona is such a beautiful place. I flew here a week ago. Harriet and Peter watched me stumble out of bed and try to pack on short notice. Of course I had time to pack before the morning of the trip but ???
When I got to Phoenix it was 9 minutes later than when I left Austin. That is because Arizona does not have daylight savings time and so is two hours earlier during the summer. I rented a car and tried to get out of the car rental guard station.
"This car has been mileage diss-abe-u-led. You will have to get another car. "
"It is diss-abe-u-led?" I asked with in-cred-u-lity. I wandered around the area where the cars were supposed to be but it was zero percent humidity in Phoenix. I settled on a blue Chrysler. This time the woman said I could go. I was up the road and on my way to Sedona.
I checked in to the Amara Resort and took a long rest.
My first day at the Therapy on the Rocks was amazing. They gave me a robe to keep track of and wrote my name on a plastic cup that I could use for water all week. I was scheduled to have my first treatments in the Oak Creek Room.
All I can say after a week of treatment is that I had no idea there could be that many stiff sore places on/in my body. It hurts, but it hurts so well. My knee is working much better. Now I have to consider a way to get used to the altitude. Written by coyotetrap
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Friday, May 9, 2008
2:53:58 AM EDT
Alford Plot, Lakewood Cemetary, Henderson, Texas
Temporary Marker
I have gotten so many flowers, cards, calls, emails and other well wishes that I am struggling to keep up with the volume. I have to say I am touched beyond belief by all the outpouring of love that went into John's funeral. I am just now coming up for air after having weeks with little sleep, the all the family and friends that came to be with us. Please know that I have not forgotten any of you. I appreciate every single sentiment that I have received.
I am leaving Sunday for a spa/therapy vacation and leaving the dogs at the house with very capable sitters. I have not even been able to say much about our new female Yorkie puppy, Daisy. By our, I mean that she belongs to Daffney and me. Daffney was looking lonely so I got her a friend. At first she wanted nothing to do with this tiny little whippersnapper. Now the two of them spend the day tussling and trying to beat each other up. Daisy has learned to climb the stairs in both directions. This is an improvement over standing at the top of the stairs and howling.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
3:17:23 AM EDT
John loved snapdragons, pansies and zinneas. He loved Yorkies, his grandchildren and the ocean.
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John Rogers Alford Jr.
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John Rogers Alford, Jr. John Rogers Alford, Jr. died at home Sunday, March 13. He is preceded in death by his son, John Rogers Alford III; his sister, Ella Langdon Alford and his parents, Susan Landon Alford and John Rogers Alford, Sr. Mr. Alford was born in Dallas, Texas, August 1, 1928. He spent his entire childhood in Henderson, Texas, graduating from Henderson High School. He graduated from Southern Methodist University with a degree in business, where he was a member of ATO fraternity. He served in the US Army during the Korean War era.
John's survivors include his wife Frances Holliday Alford; daughter Elizabeth Alford Young and son-in-law James Michael Young; his grandchildren James Alford Young and Clara Elliott Young; his brother Landon Alford and sister-in-law Phyllis Potthast Alford; his nephews Eugene Landon Alford, MD, Benson Warren Alford, David Alford and Allen McDonald and nieces Margaret McDonald Newton and Susan Lee McDonald James. He had two god children, Sarah Seawright and Elliott Francis Holliday Weeks. He was previously married to Barbara Shaw Alford and Margie Stewart Alford.
Mr. Alford lived in Austin, Texas and engaged in business from the late 50's until the present. He was a partner in Alford Investments and Alford Land Company both of Henderson, and president of Alford Outdoor Advertising here in Austin. Mr. Alford supported a variety of philanthropic causes. He was on the board of the John R. and Susan Landon Alford Foundation in Henderson. He was most proud of his support of Southern Methodist University and their Life Sciences Learning Lab, the Boy Scouts of America and various alcoholism recovery organizations. In addition he and Frances supported the National Peace Corps Association, The Austin Symphony, The Austin Museum of Art and the Blanton Museum, St. Edwards University, Huston- Tillotson University, Hospice Austin, Easter Seals, Alzheimer's Research and a host of other organizations. John made it possible for a number of young people to complete their college education. He was an enthusiastic sailor, fisherman and naturalist throughout his life. He was an early member of the Austin Yacht Club, instrumental in building the docks and club house there and racing for many years. In 1975 he sailed from Houston to the Bahamas along the Intercoastal Canal and Gulf of Mexico over the course of several months.
Visitation will be held from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday, April 15th at Weed-Corley-Fish Funeral Home. Services will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at the Congregational Church, 408 W. 23rd St, in Austin. Committal services will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Thursday, April 17th at Lakewood Memorial Cemetery in Henderson, Texas. Obituary and guestbook online at http://wcfish.com
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Monday, April 14, 2008
6:58:23 AM EDT
My husband, John Alford, died at 4:30 Sunday afternoon in our home. He has been ill for a long time and he was tired and ready to go.
John's daughter Elizabeth and her husband Michael and I were able to say goodbye to him as we watched him slip away. As sad as it was, it was such a blessing to do this together at home and at a time when he was ready.
I will miss my husband for ever.
At the time of his death, John had 32 years of sobriety and had helped many other people understand the great value of living one day at a time. I met him in 1980 and am happy to report that I am now celebrating 29 years of sobriety as well.
Minutes after John's last breath, his grandson James came into the house crying because one of our yard lizards had been hit by a car. He and his dad had given the lizard a hasty burial and funeral. He came to my lap and cried for his grandpa and for the lizard. I told him that the lizard had died at a very special time. James and I believe that the lizard escorted John to heaven. If there are Yorkies in heaven, Henry and Henrietta probably couldn't wait to see him.
Love, Frances
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John Rogers Alford, Jr. was born in Henderson, Texas, August 1, 1928. He graduated from SMU and served in the US Army. He and his first wife Barbara (Bobbie) Shaw Alford were the parents of John R. Alford lll and Elizabeth Shaw Alford. John, Bobbie and Elizabeth lost John lll when he was age 14 and died in an accident.
John is also proceeded in death by his sister, Ella Alford, his parents Susan Landon Alford and John R. Alford, Sr.
John's survivors include his wife, Frances Holliday Alford, daughter Elizabeth Alford, Son in Law, Michael Young, Grand children, James and Clara Young, Brother Landon Alford, Sister in Law Phyllis Alford, nephews Eugene Alford, MD, Ben Alford, David Alford and Allen McDonald. Nieces, Margaret McDonald Newton and Susan McDonald. He had two god children, Sarah Seawright and Elliott Francis Holliday Weeks.
John lived in Austin, Texas and engaged in business from the early 60's until the present. He is best knownfor his philanthropy. John took the example given to him by his parents and became a large supporter of a variety of organizations. He was most proud of his support of SMU, The Boy Scouts of America and various Alcoholism Recovery organizations. In addition to these, along with Frances, he supported National Peace Corps Association, The Alliance of American Quilters, The Austin Symphony, The Austin Museum of Fine Arts, St. Edwards University, Huston Tillotson University, Hospice Austin, Easter Seals, Alzheimer's Research and a host of other organizations. John made it possible for a number of young people to complete college educations. His generosity was as enormous as his humility.
Funeral Arrangements will be handled by Weed-Corley in Austin. John and Frances have been members of the Congregational Church of Austin. A funeral will be held at the church followed by internment in Henderson, Texas.
pictures and arrangements will be posted.
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