Friday, May 1, 2020

Poem: A Candle for Bernice - Eric followed his dream and bought a 1951 Ford Country Squire



We'll miss you, Mom!

A CANDLE FOR BERNICE

by Linda Barrett

When you come in the house
to sit shiva
light a candle for Bernice
she had 97 candles
on her birthday cake
representing the flames
of her life:

Her good sense of humor
the generations of children
grandchildren and great-grandchildren

Light a candle for Bernice
put it in a Japanese paper lantern
float it into the skies
and watch it become a star.


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1951 Ford Country Squire. This model was the last time they used real wood, says owner Eric Melanson, who has moved to Florida. 

Quoting from Eric, I do drive it although it needs an engine rebuild. We own a second home in Florida near the water and it’s garaged there. No one does beautiful woodwork like this anymore. Ford closed the plant in Michigan in December 1951, 4 months after our wagon was built. It is a very rare survivor. 

I have most of the history on the car. It was bought new in Woodhaven (Queens) NY in late August or early September NY. The owner was a graphic designer, then a contractor. He last registered the car in 1970; the NY State sticker is still on the car. It was then bought by a collector who put it in his collection. I bought it from a museum in Punta Gorda FL in 2016.

There are quite a few pieces of Birdseye maple on the car, which is used by artisans. This shoes the beauty of the wood, 69 years old. Photo unavailable.

Everything you dream about is worth working for. Window shopping is a “cheap pleasure”. It took many many years for me to fulfill a lifelong dream.

Thank you Eric Melanson.

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My son Dan and I just finished planning Mom's funeral. We'll use ZOOM. We invited about 25   people. We asked pianist Ethan to play something spiritual/religious.

My dad had a huge funeral in our hometown of Cleveland, Ohio. I always expected him to pop out of hiding and say, It's all a joke.

Oh! There's a great song by Samuel Barber called Adagio for Strings.

Listen to it here.

Played on keyboard.

It's a famous elegy that makes you sad.













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