The rose has always been seen as a symbol of love and caring. For that very reason, I have put no copyright on this one. If you feel you would like to send this to somebody as a symbol of your caring for them feel free to do so. It will just be as it is seen on Facebook if you wish a larger version I can of course send.
I have in the past written a blog about the topic of love but it is one of those topics that can be looked at time after time and each time a new aspect can be found and shared.
In each of us, there lies a romantic, for some it might be slightly deeper than for others. I make no further comment on that. What brought me back to the topic was twofold, I saw this rose and could not resist painting it. It looked as if it was standing there with its arms open and welcoming. The other thing was that in my studies I came across an account that moved me. It seemed such a wonderful example of love at its best.
On May 2, 1962, a dramatic advertisement appeared in the San Francisco Examiner:
"I do not want my husband to die in the gas chamber for a crime he did not commit. I will, therefore, offer my services for 10 years as a cook, maid, or housekeeper to any leading attorney who will defend him and bring about his vindication."
One of San Francisco's greatest attorneys, Vincent Hallinan, read or heard about the ad and contacted Gladys Kidd, who had placed it.
Her husband, Robert Lee Kidd, was about to be tried for the slaying of an elderly antique dealer. Kidd's fingerprints had been found on a bloodstained ornate sword in the victim's shop. During the trial, Hallinan proved that the antique dealer had not been killed by the sword and that Kidd's fingerprints and blood on the sword got there because Kidd had once toyed with it while playfully duelling with a friend when they were both out shopping.
The jury, after 11 hours, found Kidd to be not guilty. Attorney Hallinan refused Gladys Kidd's offer of 10 years' servitude. Love had come to the rescue and Gladys had shown that there was no limit to how far she would go for her love.
You can see them regularly on caravan sites at this time of the year before we arrive at the high season and the sites become very busy and much noisier.
Or on the porches of the old folks' homes, an old man with snow-white hair, a little hard of hearing, reading the newspaper through a magnifying glass, an old woman in a shapeless dress, her knuckles gnarled by arthritis, wearing sandals to ease her aching arches. They are holding hands, and in a little while they will totter off to take a nap, and then she will cook supper, not a very good supper and they will watch television, each knowing exactly what the other is thinking until it is time for bed.
They may even have a good, soul-stirring argument, just to prove that they still really care. And through the night they will snore unabashedly, each resting content because the other is there. They are in love, they have always been in love, although sometimes they would have denied it.
And because they have been in love they have survived everything that life could throw at them, even their own failures.
For as it is written. There are three things, faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Have a love filled day. And go on share my rose.
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