- Oct 9, 1999
- 46,271
- 9,353
- 146
First of all, allow me to complain about Facebook, where females and the young and the clueless gather to blather. Ugh. But, from time to time, to keep up with some of the folks in your life, you gotta' log on.
Saw this today:
Cancer of the spine. This has been playing out for the last couple of years.
Gwyn's an accomplished artist. Her husband Steve is a truly good guy. He's the engineer to Gwyn's artist, the low key guy to her flamboyant extrovert.
The parties at their house were always fun, since he'd rigged a tap coming right out of the wall in their kitchen, which dispensed the kick-ass homebrew, in copious quantities, that he was always concocting.
I'll never forget their wedding, years ago now. They rented the camp in the Adirondacks that our hippie church then used for our annual church camp. A whole bunch of us went up.
Steve rigged up a killer outdoor sound system down by the lake (Lake Paradox!) , and the highlight was Steve and Gwyn being paddles in across the lake in separate canoes as drum heavy tribal music blared from the speakers and all of us guys shook and shimmied in grass skirts in unconsciously transgendered bliss.
About a month ago, I tried to lure Steve out to Northlandz, which I know he would have loved, but I couldn't get him to budge from Gwyn's side. I knew he needed the respite, but that's Steve. He'd give up his life for Gwyn, literally, and without hesitation.
Did I mention that Gwyn is an accomplished artist? Of course, she hasn't created much in the last two years or so, but the short video in this kickstarter campaign of hers from 2011 will give you a broader vision of her art and her photography. <----- It's well worth the 3 minutes of your time to peruse, imho.
I still have, in my living room, a drawing of hers that I made the mistake of LOL admiring one day, years ago, when I was over her house. So, of course, she gave it to me. I think I'll go get it and scan it in. Here is it, excuse the crappy scan:
You can't easily see, but on the left side is "Get a job" inscribed 3 times. That's what made me LOL. :biggrin:
Here's a pic of her as a child:
And here's a self-portrait of her as an adult:
For some reason, it's important that you (mostly guys) know that Gwyn had a kick-ass bod:
One of my fond memories of her will be the time at church camp (my church is almost assuredly not like your church) when Gwyn and Lisa, another extremely well-endowed woman got into a dispute, right outside the lunch room, over who had the bigger boobs.
It was settled, in broad daylight, right on the spot. We guys were happy to be the impartial judges. Sadly, Gwyn came in second in a field of two.
But trust me, there were no losers that fine Adirondack day!
I'm gonna' miss you, Gwyn.
Saw this today:
Hello, This is Steve, Gwyn's husband. I just wanted to update everyone on Gwyn's status. Thank you so much for all your continued thoughts and prayers, they are so helpful and generous. Gwyn's condition has worsened, we've decided it's time to come home. We will spend our final days at home and are appreciative of all your prayers and love. Feel free to continue to communicate to us through this page. Love, Steve and Gwyn
Cancer of the spine. This has been playing out for the last couple of years.
Gwyn's an accomplished artist. Her husband Steve is a truly good guy. He's the engineer to Gwyn's artist, the low key guy to her flamboyant extrovert.
The parties at their house were always fun, since he'd rigged a tap coming right out of the wall in their kitchen, which dispensed the kick-ass homebrew, in copious quantities, that he was always concocting.
I'll never forget their wedding, years ago now. They rented the camp in the Adirondacks that our hippie church then used for our annual church camp. A whole bunch of us went up.
Steve rigged up a killer outdoor sound system down by the lake (Lake Paradox!) , and the highlight was Steve and Gwyn being paddles in across the lake in separate canoes as drum heavy tribal music blared from the speakers and all of us guys shook and shimmied in grass skirts in unconsciously transgendered bliss.
About a month ago, I tried to lure Steve out to Northlandz, which I know he would have loved, but I couldn't get him to budge from Gwyn's side. I knew he needed the respite, but that's Steve. He'd give up his life for Gwyn, literally, and without hesitation.
Did I mention that Gwyn is an accomplished artist? Of course, she hasn't created much in the last two years or so, but the short video in this kickstarter campaign of hers from 2011 will give you a broader vision of her art and her photography. <----- It's well worth the 3 minutes of your time to peruse, imho.
I still have, in my living room, a drawing of hers that I made the mistake of LOL admiring one day, years ago, when I was over her house. So, of course, she gave it to me. I think I'll go get it and scan it in. Here is it, excuse the crappy scan:
You can't easily see, but on the left side is "Get a job" inscribed 3 times. That's what made me LOL. :biggrin:
Here's a pic of her as a child:
And here's a self-portrait of her as an adult:
For some reason, it's important that you (mostly guys) know that Gwyn had a kick-ass bod:
One of my fond memories of her will be the time at church camp (my church is almost assuredly not like your church) when Gwyn and Lisa, another extremely well-endowed woman got into a dispute, right outside the lunch room, over who had the bigger boobs.
It was settled, in broad daylight, right on the spot. We guys were happy to be the impartial judges. Sadly, Gwyn came in second in a field of two.
But trust me, there were no losers that fine Adirondack day!
I'm gonna' miss you, Gwyn.