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po e t r y Local Artist Rebecca Pearl
Captures History in Her Art
The Rebecca Pearl Art by Rebecca Pearl
by Linda E. Calhoun Gallery has been on Main
Street in Emmitsburg
With hurried steps she grabbed her wallet, bible from the counter, and for about seven years,
stepped outside where the car had been started earlier. located next to the Palms
Restaurant. Rebecca and
The stars radiated from above, suspended but filtering down just the James have been creating
right amount of light to enhance the blessed event of the year. beautiful works of art and
doing custom framing for
Christmas eve ~ the community.
She pulled out of the driveway, put her favorite Christian radio station The artist, Rebecca
on and was immediately uplifted with songs of praise. Pearl, creates images of
She was quite pleased with herself for arriving early to church but upon stepping local scenes, often reflecting “Farmland” 2016 — A rustic watercolor painting on paper by
inside (to her dismay) many of the seats were already taken. I must locate a seat their history. Her holiday Rebecca Pearl.
where I can see the pastor she thought to herself for her eye sight was not what it
once had been. painting will depict a late fall scene of the legendary Shamrock Restaurant,
She located a seat midsection only to find out quickly that there were no song which is celebrating its fifty-third year of business, and remembering Mr.
books placed near by. Goodness, she thought to herself, and debated on changing seats Fitzgerald, founder and past owner.
but decided to just stay where she was. As she removed her coat and gloves her eyes If you haven’t visited the Pearl Gallery, stop by and see this little treasure of
took in the beauty of tall candle holders at each pew, welcoming all and giving off the art and beauty. For more information, call 301-788-1875.
softest yellow ray of light; the front ~ just the right amount of candles, flowers and
decorations to complete the picture-perfect evening.
Songs of praise filled the church shortly thereafter, with voice after voice in
harmony while the presence of the Holy Spirit comforted all.
Silent night, Holy night, all is calm...echoed throughout the church as young and
old sang together, many with tears in their eyes, as did she.
Tears of praise, (to have found this church and the wonderful people, she thought
to herself) His presence so strong; then more tears surfaced from years ago.
Two little children dressed in their Christmas outfits; the small girl with her red
crushed velvet dress on, matching white socks with a hint of red around the top
edges; blonde of hair with eyes that lite up with excitement; her brother, two years
younger and her twin he could have been. Oh, quite the little gentleman dressed in his
Christmas suit; red vest, bow tie, and dark pants that did actually fit this year.
“Mommy,” the little girl’s soft voice whispered, “can I hold the candle by myself
this year, please?” “Sweet heart,” the mother answered with eyes that softened when
she spoke, “ Not by yourself this year; but this is what we will do. You hold the candle
and I will place my hand around yours.” “Okay mommy, the little girl replied,” then
smiled the ever sweet smile of accomplishment. Then the father took the hint and
held the sons hand while trying to keep the candle upright.
Does time really go fast? Faster than she wanted it to for she had two wonderful
children and a husband that had loved her very much.
Tears surfaced again as she got into her car; the service was over and back home
she was headed to where the children were grown and another husband awaited her
return. Tears were not something that flowed freely and openly from her eyes. It’s not
because she didn’t care or have great compassion for others (for she had cried a million
tears inside that the world did not see), but tears rarely escaped.
Something was different about these tears she thought to herself. She recognized
why she might be crying, but couldn’t place the ‘why’ they wouldn’t stop. Then
the most wonderful inner calm came over her, for God touched her spirit with such
understanding and compassion.
You do know why you are shedding tears and why you are now given the peace
within, His spirit spoke to hers. You recognize that you did have a wonderful fulfilled
life with your children, and you will have many more times of sharing with them as
adults. Now you have a grandchild to share all my teachings with, and you will guide
them all as I continue to guide you.
Precious Lord ~ thank You so much for Your constant love and attention for even
the smallest of tears does not escape you nor a sigh within that only You can see.
Thank you for awakening my spirit to what was and continues to be ~ the importance
of remembering and passing on Your love, Your compassion, and Your teachings.
Memories that intertwine with the present as God’s arms of great comfort always
embraces.
Did she know how blessed she had been and continues to be so? Does she rejoice
daily for all the blessings? Does she thank God daily for her precious family?
Yes, I do ~
po e t r y Local Artist Rebecca Pearl
Captures History in Her Art
The Rebecca Pearl Art by Rebecca Pearl
by Linda E. Calhoun Gallery has been on Main
Street in Emmitsburg
With hurried steps she grabbed her wallet, bible from the counter, and for about seven years,
stepped outside where the car had been started earlier. located next to the Palms
Restaurant. Rebecca and
The stars radiated from above, suspended but filtering down just the James have been creating
right amount of light to enhance the blessed event of the year. beautiful works of art and
doing custom framing for
Christmas eve ~ the community.
She pulled out of the driveway, put her favorite Christian radio station The artist, Rebecca
on and was immediately uplifted with songs of praise. Pearl, creates images of
She was quite pleased with herself for arriving early to church but upon stepping local scenes, often reflecting “Farmland” 2016 — A rustic watercolor painting on paper by
inside (to her dismay) many of the seats were already taken. I must locate a seat their history. Her holiday Rebecca Pearl.
where I can see the pastor she thought to herself for her eye sight was not what it
once had been. painting will depict a late fall scene of the legendary Shamrock Restaurant,
She located a seat midsection only to find out quickly that there were no song which is celebrating its fifty-third year of business, and remembering Mr.
books placed near by. Goodness, she thought to herself, and debated on changing seats Fitzgerald, founder and past owner.
but decided to just stay where she was. As she removed her coat and gloves her eyes If you haven’t visited the Pearl Gallery, stop by and see this little treasure of
took in the beauty of tall candle holders at each pew, welcoming all and giving off the art and beauty. For more information, call 301-788-1875.
softest yellow ray of light; the front ~ just the right amount of candles, flowers and
decorations to complete the picture-perfect evening.
Songs of praise filled the church shortly thereafter, with voice after voice in
harmony while the presence of the Holy Spirit comforted all.
Silent night, Holy night, all is calm...echoed throughout the church as young and
old sang together, many with tears in their eyes, as did she.
Tears of praise, (to have found this church and the wonderful people, she thought
to herself) His presence so strong; then more tears surfaced from years ago.
Two little children dressed in their Christmas outfits; the small girl with her red
crushed velvet dress on, matching white socks with a hint of red around the top
edges; blonde of hair with eyes that lite up with excitement; her brother, two years
younger and her twin he could have been. Oh, quite the little gentleman dressed in his
Christmas suit; red vest, bow tie, and dark pants that did actually fit this year.
“Mommy,” the little girl’s soft voice whispered, “can I hold the candle by myself
this year, please?” “Sweet heart,” the mother answered with eyes that softened when
she spoke, “ Not by yourself this year; but this is what we will do. You hold the candle
and I will place my hand around yours.” “Okay mommy, the little girl replied,” then
smiled the ever sweet smile of accomplishment. Then the father took the hint and
held the sons hand while trying to keep the candle upright.
Does time really go fast? Faster than she wanted it to for she had two wonderful
children and a husband that had loved her very much.
Tears surfaced again as she got into her car; the service was over and back home
she was headed to where the children were grown and another husband awaited her
return. Tears were not something that flowed freely and openly from her eyes. It’s not
because she didn’t care or have great compassion for others (for she had cried a million
tears inside that the world did not see), but tears rarely escaped.
Something was different about these tears she thought to herself. She recognized
why she might be crying, but couldn’t place the ‘why’ they wouldn’t stop. Then
the most wonderful inner calm came over her, for God touched her spirit with such
understanding and compassion.
You do know why you are shedding tears and why you are now given the peace
within, His spirit spoke to hers. You recognize that you did have a wonderful fulfilled
life with your children, and you will have many more times of sharing with them as
adults. Now you have a grandchild to share all my teachings with, and you will guide
them all as I continue to guide you.
Precious Lord ~ thank You so much for Your constant love and attention for even
the smallest of tears does not escape you nor a sigh within that only You can see.
Thank you for awakening my spirit to what was and continues to be ~ the importance
of remembering and passing on Your love, Your compassion, and Your teachings.
Memories that intertwine with the present as God’s arms of great comfort always
embraces.
Did she know how blessed she had been and continues to be so? Does she rejoice
daily for all the blessings? Does she thank God daily for her precious family?
Yes, I do ~
