{"id":7479,"date":"2020-09-10T13:11:00","date_gmt":"2020-09-10T13:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=7479"},"modified":"2026-01-15T19:42:59","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T19:42:59","slug":"it-will-come-to-me-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=7479","title":{"rendered":"It will come to me&#8230;&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; I occasionally (very occasionally) read the personal essay in the Globe and Mail. I know all of them are worth reading, as they are all personal accounts of life experiences and all of them are beautifully written. Somehow, however, I just can&#8217;t bring myself to read a post on a topic I&#8217;m not interested in (in which I have no interest).<\/p>\n<p>Now, I did read the one written by a woman who reads all the obituaries daily. It was both humbling and hilarious. I&#8217;ll never forget the line she quoted from one deceased woman: &#8220;If you are reading this, I&#8217;m passed my best before date.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I also read the essay from a person in Newfoundland, who wrote about a deceased aunt who made her presence felt, almost daily, in his life. I have borrowed his phrase &#8220;go figure&#8221; and use it often.<\/p>\n<p>These are kindred souls &#8211; OK I&#8217;m a little off beat myself and yes, I do read the occasional (very occasional) obituary &#8211; &#8220;never cease to know for whom the bell tolls.&#8221;<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgJU6NoxfVlL1OZwRr6iY4QWWx5oeaYVzbIeZV5hViKwskkDD_KN7Uqz-Mzk3ZKCtW17K8rQJKlu_pPcU8kC8eZAftMtOwsNkiFKKlxCTwQWMSAis7OsMYPZ_-r8sIbvUQnZKL0BA\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt2+-+1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1367\" data-original-width=\"2048\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgJU6NoxfVlL1OZwRr6iY4QWWx5oeaYVzbIeZV5hViKwskkDD_KN7Uqz-Mzk3ZKCtW17K8rQJKlu_pPcU8kC8eZAftMtOwsNkiFKKlxCTwQWMSAis7OsMYPZ_-r8sIbvUQnZKL0BA\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt2+-+1.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Today, however, I read a post from the most kindred of kindred souls. It was by a woman, who from the age of 16, has dreamed of owning a full set of the Oxford English Dictionary &#8211; all 20 volumes. She has, in fact, for the last 40 years gone to book sales, hunted or haunted used book stores, and literally (can I use this word here?) spent 3\/4 of a lifetime searching for her dream. She did say that you could buy a full set new for about $1,200.00. I think I would spare the time and the mold and just save up to buy a brand new set!<\/p>\n<p>She even had a mental picture of how she would display the books. They would be inside a glass topped coffee table, spines up so anyone could look up a word at anytime. Well, lo and behold didn&#8217;t her partner of a few years actually have the coffee table built and the volumes purchased as a Christmas gift one year. This is true love from a kindred spirit.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhRzJE9FRNjpBIwnAvOIJSw58oCAQnPE3NHabB9ccvoI_aPI80uD33Xee_84Z33I8o262M68-mr7oAhKj_zRXuUNzbYgv0VF0n1JFq1jT5w7PWcoXLT4yZjtyJSByJK0dxRGGXm0A\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt+-+1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1778\" data-original-width=\"2010\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhRzJE9FRNjpBIwnAvOIJSw58oCAQnPE3NHabB9ccvoI_aPI80uD33Xee_84Z33I8o262M68-mr7oAhKj_zRXuUNzbYgv0VF0n1JFq1jT5w7PWcoXLT4yZjtyJSByJK0dxRGGXm0A\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt+-+1.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Why do I feel so close to her? Well, many years ago, when my mother asked what sort of graduation gift I wanted, when I finished university, I said I wanted the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary. I spared them the expense of the two volume one and suggested the single volume. Its spine still measures 3.5&#8243; across and cost nearly $100.00 then. (This measurement is an aside for all those who went through university, as I did, with a measuring tape. I read the books with the narrowest spines and skipped the rest. However I did read all the poetry and then some.)<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEi_D8wSTlOoj6oa6Dv8BXJraG7h9PMP6aJ9__Qwn6xkAGBL3g6ywayQq8DZ_zc9DxNeP5MOPE-ngEQ4wLkqdBRvrh2P4RcjxnPsPxe59iwAGxy4sPdxa96J6xesTZrCGqVl8hQRNg\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt3+-+1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1367\" data-original-width=\"2048\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEi_D8wSTlOoj6oa6Dv8BXJraG7h9PMP6aJ9__Qwn6xkAGBL3g6ywayQq8DZ_zc9DxNeP5MOPE-ngEQ4wLkqdBRvrh2P4RcjxnPsPxe59iwAGxy4sPdxa96J6xesTZrCGqVl8hQRNg\/s320\/Crazy+Quilt3+-+1.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I still remember salivating over the 20 or so volumes on the library shelf, wondering what treasures they held. In fact, once I even looked up a word I couldn&#8217;t find in any of the shorter volumes &#8211; &#8220;suttles.&#8221; It means scraps, as in scraps of cloth and is used more often by people living on the east coast of Canada. I was fascinated by the company &#8220;Suttles and Seawinds&#8221; (they&#8217;re still around btw.) and wanted to know the exact meaning of the word. Their products are quilts and dresses made from beautifully coordinated scraps of fabric.<\/p>\n<p>Life has a way of taking very divergent themes and bringing them together in one piece or is that pieces?<\/p>\n<p>The title of the post? When you can&#8217;t find a word you need in a conversation, may I suggest a dictionary or 20.<\/p>\n<p>The pictures? My suttles, sewn or knit together.<\/p>\n<p>Have a meaningful day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; I occasionally (very occasionally) read the personal essay in the Globe and Mail. I know all of them are worth reading, as they are all personal accounts of life experiences and all of them are beautifully written. Somehow, however, I just can&#8217;t bring myself to read a post on a topic I&#8217;m not interested [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7408,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7479","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-creativity","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7479","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7479"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7479\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7480,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7479\/revisions\/7480"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7479"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7479"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7479"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}