Yeah, yeah … she’s so beautiful! She’s playing the violin and dancing the Charleston. She’s rather happy with her ukulele and she’s sitting down and making up a tune. Her name is Mary.
She plays beautiful music. She’s playing every day. She’s near the water, near the sea. She has a family. Abigail! She’s Mary Abigail!
She’s not alone. She’s so content—she looks the sort that would come from a large family that would all sit around and sing. She’s looking at what she’s doing—playing the music.
The weather is very good. Mary has a daughter, Alexandria, who is coming to visit her grandmother. It might be autumn. It’s beautiful weather—not too hot, not too cold. Nick’s mother prepares some good food and brings it here and they celebrate.
Mary Abigail plays country and western music. She’s sitting among the autumn leaves and looking so content. She’s looking very helpful. She’s working for others. She gives a fair go. She has two lovely purple stockings.
It’s nice to be there. She is going to stay there and play her music. She’s anxious to get on a plane to go somewhere, but now she is focused on her music. She’s a happy girl because she’s playing her music. Afterwards, she goes to Nick’s mother’s home to have dinner and to rest. Nick’s mother put her to bed. Afterwards, she goes in the water. And again and again—it’s all well covered!
She’s singing the blues because she doesn’t look extremely happy, and she doesn’t look extremely sad … it’s that in-between look!
This story was created by Val, Maria B., Maria P., Margaret C., Margaret R., Nicholas, and Giuseppe at Mary Potter House, Calvary Hospital, on 27 October 2014.