Friday, September 28, 2012

Mother, Friend and a Sweet Old Lady

Doris E. Bryan was born to Romie and Frances Bryan, Sept 29, 1930, in Flint, MI. She graduated from Mt. Morris High School in 1948. Three years later she married Gaylon  Mowery. They had 5 children: Elaine, Candus, Janice, Lynne and John. In 1994 Doris remarried Franklin 'King' Clifford and they enjoyed their years together in Florida. After King passed, Doris eventually moved to Tennessee and then Damascus, Virginia, where she passed from this life on September 3, 2011, from failing respiratory and heart health. All five of her children were at her bedside, in the comfort of her home, during this time. Also present during her final days were Elaine's husband, Patrick Pritchett, Candus' husband, Roger Cornett and John's wife, Teresa Britt. They were respectful of her final wishes and she was cremated at Owens Funeral Home in Lebanon, Virginia. Her ashes were released at a lovely spot along the Blue Ridge Parkway, near Blowing Rock, North Carolina and carried off by the breeze. Doris is survived by her brother, Phillip "Bud" Bryan and sister, Linda Lou Ashe. Doris will be remembered as a wonderful mother and for her loving kindness toward everyone. Donations in her name can be made to: Damascus Volunteer Rescue Squad, 32094 Government Road, Damascus, VA 24236.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

September 2010 Mountain City Tennessee

Mom at Elaine's

Mom's Bread Pudding

Blend together in large pyrex (or oven safe) bowl:

4 cups milk
1 cup sugar
2 or 3 eggs
2 tablespoons softened butter
1-1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
 
Stir in: 
 
1/2 to 1 loaf of white bread, torn into pieces
 
Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour


Author Unknown

When you come to the edge of all that you know,
you must believe in one of two things:
there will be earth upon which to stand,
or you will be given wings

Anonymous poem

In Remembrance

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.
And when you wake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.