MARY Growing up, my husband Tony and his family always had a dog in their lives. Snowball, Shelly, Katie... No matter what the dogs name was, Tonys mother Kaye, would always refer to the dog as Mary. Come here Mary she would say to Shelly. Wheres Mary? she would ask about Katie. Mom loves poetry and one of her favorites is a poem that she learned as a little girl while attending the second grade in Cork, Ireland. For some reason, one that Kaye herself cannot explain even today, she would call the dog, all the dogs, Mary and, without hesitation, invoke a verse from the following poem. Dear Granny dear, I hope you are well, I have got a lot of things to tell. Last night I saw the pale blue moon. Its going to be my birthday soon. I meant to write you long ago. I am writing you now to ask you if your knee is still stiff and if youre ill at heart. Ive got a doll all dressed in green. But, not one like the doll Ive seen in Mrs, Carolls Corner Shop. When I go past, I always stop and look inside to see it there. Its got such lovely golden hair, if it were mine, Id love it so and take care of it you know. And, do you know what I would do? I would call it Mary after you.... —Author Unknown Tony and I always agreed that if we were ever to have a dog of our own, we had no choice but to name her Mary. Three years ago, we adopted a little mutt from a rescue organization. Her given name was Ambrosia but we quickly changed it. Finally, we have a dog named Mary. But, of course, we do not call her Mary - we call her Little Girlie. —Gabrielle Wilders
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 09:20:51 +0000
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