Friday, February 10, 2012

Eden Mabee--A Writer Grounded On The Solid Foundation Of Family

Eden Mabee is the guest on Everyone's Story this week, sharing with us the story about two very special people in her life whom have inspired her. A full-time mom and loving wife, she is also pursuing publication of science-fantasy stories. And, check out her fantastic photography on the links in her bio. You will be awed!

Who inspires you to keep moving on through the daily grind and sometimes murk life flings up? Eden looks forward to hearing from you and your story.

We Come From Inspiration by Eden Mabee

In lieu of a post about me, may I introduce you to two of the most inspiring people I know? Nanny, my grandmother and Marcus, my son.
Eden's Nanny holding baby Marcus
Nanny will be 89 this May. A product of her time, the Great Depression, World War II--the 20th Century helped mold her but not define her. So let me tell you about a book, breast cancer and 300 home-baked pies.

Women in every generation have had a lot to overcome, and often it seems as if obstacles arrive daily. Twenty years ago, diagnosed with breast cancer Nanny called up the hospital on the day of her radical mastectomy to demand they reschedule. The extra hours of intake and anesthesia testing conflicted with her fund-raising luncheon to build “an elevator for the old people” (her words, not mine) at her church, and she still had another ten pies to bake (out of 300) before 11am. “In no way” she told them could she make it to the hospital before 2:30. She went in for surgery at 3pm and has been breast cancer-free since.

Just last December, she finished her book, an in-depth study of the Keck windows (Mr. Keck apprenticed with Tiffany) of her church and the history of Cicero, NY. She's spoken with the Syracuse University Press (where she also set up a scholarship for two students who participate in their Environmental Studies program), and hopefully it will be released within the year.
 How could I not be inspired by this woman?

Or my son, who at five-years-old already creates his own roller coasters, writes his own stories? [Marcus's story -- Tale of Two Tickles:]
Yesterday he came down from designing a pinball game on his computer to ask me how to spell Einstein. And he's known for years now more about our solar system and space exploration than me.
Marcus designing & creating

Having them in my life reminds me of the song Harry Belafonte made famous:Turn the World Around.For truly we come from the fire. (And coincidentally this was Marcus's favorite song for a long time, especially this version done with Jim Henson's Muppets).[The Harry Belafonte w/Muppets Video -- Turn the World Around 3rd Season Episode 14]

"We come from the fire Livin' in the fire Go back to the fire Turn the world around
We come from the water Livin' in the water Go back to the water Turn the world around
We come from the mountain Livin' on the mountain Go back to the mountain Turn the world around"

I see a continuity to life where our part is a small one, a moment of time. Many are probably familiar with the poem by Linda Ellis called The Dash where she compares our lives to that "dash" between the dates of our birth and death on a tombstone.[] 

It's true.But there is another, in my opinion, greater point that this poem doesn't address. When you put a lot of dashes together, you make a line. Actually, you get a multitude of lines, because there is not a one of us who does not touch many others in our time. And with a multitude of lines, you beget tapestries and art and panoramas. You beget worlds. And such is the way of print, as writers and storytellers. We beget worlds from a multitude of dashes all connected to each other.

We come from inspiration; we go back to inspiration. We turn the world around.

Author Bio:

While still learning daily about life, Eden Mabee writes science fantasy stories, teaches herself photography and enjoys the wonderful company of her husband and son. She collects feral cats, odd do-dads, and historical trivia, all of which find homes in prose eventually. In her blog, A Gardne of Delights (, she explores those things that inspire creativity. While Many Worlds From Many Minds ( follows her writing journey with all its twists and turns. You can find her pictures on Imgur ( and Flickr ( or under her Twitter name Kymele ( She spends far too much time in front of her computer screen).


  1. Eden, just wanted to share with you about my Grandmother Shirley (though her real name was Sarah). A strong, loving woman, she lost her husband (my grandfather) about 2 months before giving birth to my father...four days after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. She also had a 5-year-old daughter, my Aunt Sandra. She raised her two children on food-stamps, working here and there doing odd jobs, like plucking chickens. It boggles my mind that she had the courage to continue on as emotionally strong as she did through sadness, joy, and world-wide horror.

  2. My share is my mother Mary Jean Chelikowsky. She had a knack that not many people have. She could see the good in any person, no matter how small that good might be. I know some people might -- and did -- think she foolishly saw the world through rose colored glasses. I did as a teen. But that wasn't true. She simply had a heart big enough to see goodness in everyone.

    1. Jean, thanks for visiting Everyone's Story. This world needs more lovely people like your mother. She was indeed a true blessing in your life and I'm sure uplifted others, bringing them joy. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Do you ever stop to wonder how your children and grandchildren see you? They are certainly watching! One of my grandaughters, who lived in a fairly run-down area of an English city,where many accents prevailed, is reputed to have told her teacher 'My Grandma writes books and she talks like the Queen!' Three of my grandchildren have lived for most of their young lives in Arica and when the then 2 year old was rather anxious about the fact that unknown people called grandparents were coming to visit, three year old Cameron said 'it's alright Micah. They'll bring toys!' That same grandson, now 16 was telling us that he thought he'd quite like to get married in his 20's, so that his dad who is several years older than our daughter, wouldn't have to wait too long to be a grandfather. 'I've seen the fun and the joy you've had with your grandchildren" he said seriously, "and I want him to have the chance to do the same!"

    1. Marion, thanks so much for visiting Everyone's Story--and all the way from England!

      Hearing about your grandson's wanting to make his own dad a grandfather, and why, brought happy tears to my eyes. Now, that's an absolute refreshing breath of air for me. What a beautiful story. What a beautiful family. What a true blessing.

  4. Hi, everyone! I hope you all don't mind how much fun I'm having just reading your stories. The people who make us who we are simply by being present in our lives always have such deep lives themselves... and I love hearing their stories.

    Elaine -- Your grandmother's story is sad, but lovely. She clearly had faith that things would get better and that, though the world seemed to have gone mad with war, peace would come. Sometimes that seems to be all we really need to survive. Not things. Just knowing that these pains and hurts are transient and that it will get better.

    Jean -- I have a friend like your grandmother. And you're right... in our adolescence, we sometimes don't appreciate the gift that they give us. But it's the kind of gift that deserves to be passed on. Glad you had the chance to enjoy it as I have, and I hope many many more people will too.

    Marion -- I've wondered how my son has viewed me before this. He's not always as vocal about his feelings as he is about "concrete" things like what he is making or doing. But he's told his teacher before that I'm the best teacher he has and that he "wants to learn everything (his emphasis) from Mommy." She and I had a good giggle about that, of course. I hope I don't up being too big a disappointment to him when he learns the truth.

    Thanks for visiting. I hope this post has helped you have fond memories of your own beloveds. Our memories are such a gift to hold and share. Namaste!

    1. And, by the way, "Kymele" is our friend Eden ☺

    2. Oops, Elaine, I should have remembered to fix that (I had a similar problem today on another friend's blog). Thanks for catching it for me.


      (Though, I have to say, I like using my Blogger profile here, since it has such a wonderful picture of Marcus. Yeah, I guess I am a little over-proud sometimes.)

  5. Eden and Elaine, the woman who was my greatest inspiration throughout my life was my mom. A kind and gentle woman, she went beyond the call at the hospitals where she worked as a nurse, and in life. No matter what hard knocks were tossed her way, she never complained. It's been 20 years since she passed, but I still miss her.

    1. Hi, Mary. Welcome back to my little cyber corner of the world that I'm trying to share with others.

      You're a warm, compassionate woman and I can tell your mom did a fantastic job bringing you up, leaving a good impression. And I'm sure your own grandkids will be looking up to you.

    2. Hi, Mary.

      I spent some time in nursing school when I left college and didn't know where I could use the degrees I'd earned and felt I would be better served with a trade. I actually looked forward to it, knowing how much I loved to talk with people and let them share their lives....

      But I couldn't do it. It's awe-inspiring to watch nurses and even nurses aides. It's hard work, often heart-breaking (and back-breaking at times too). And it's empowering at times, I'm sure. Your mother sounds wonderful. And even if she did complain, it's no shame to her. We all have those moments when we need to vent a little. She still inspired wonder and joy for you. I'm glad for your memories and the time you had to spend with her.


  6. I want to share a story, too. It's about two little girls, nearly the same age, both lonely and awkward at making new friends.

    In some ways, these two friends were very different. It maybe wasn't so obvious, when they first met at age 4. It was a little clearer when they became fast and lifelong friends at age 9.

    By the teen years, it was apparent. Neither of the girls was particularly good at conflict, and sometimes ugly battles ensued. On at least one occasion, hostility nearly got them both killed.

    Somehow, though, there was something else. Some type of kinship; a bond that went deeper than biology. Some odd symbiosis between them; something they both got from each other - even in the bad times.

    Without each other, they would not have become who they are today - they've shared passions (once, a boyfriend), secrets, sorrows, clothes, and children. Even a continent apart, they were connected.

    They somehow made it through the shifting sands of marriage, parenthood, and differing choices, to a place where they can honor each other and each other's dreams, where being together flows as easily as it did under the playground bush in fifth grade, or when they would try on clothes they never intended to buy in high school, or when they took the rather impromptu and very brave trip, just the two of them, to Maine, and tasted good wine and ate fine food sat on the stormy rock beach among the wild saltwater roses, and talked and sang...

    What do you call a friend who has been there almost from your own beginning, who is both known and constant and yet endlessly surprising? what do you call her, when she is so much more than a sister, a companion.

    What do you call her when she is truly a part of you, and you of her?

    I still haven't quite figured that one out. It's far deeper than any language but the worldless one of the soul.

    Her name, though, is Eden.

    I love you, Sys, even when I don't show it. And this - this is so brilliantly and perfectly you, framed by nanny, shaped by Marcus...and seeing things in ways others would miss.

    Never doubt that you are a truly gifted writer.

    Never doubt that you give so much more than you take, and always have.

    Never doubt I love you...that little girl you, the teen you, the growing up you, the wife and mom you....

    The you who has brought so much of the fire, the water, and the mountain to my life, and given it to me for my own....

    Yes, this is what I would be like if we stayed up all night together. If you ever consider it, don't say you weren't warned in advance.

    And, Elaine, this is a really amazing place. A little more amazing with the addition of this post and its phenomenal author.

  7. Hi Shan, and welcome to Everyone's Story. So glad you enjoyed Eden's segment.

    Hope to see you again here. Please consider Following :)

  8. Eden,

    Heartfelt appreciation being sent your way for an excellent week of your guest appearance here at Everyone's Story. Thanks for sharing your story of what inspires you, and thus, you've inspired many.



  9. Thank you so much for having me and allowing me a chance to "virtually" honor my loved ones on your page. The people in my life, be they family or friends, are very dear and precious to me. It's nice to be able to let them know in as many ways as possible. Best to you and all your readers, Elaine.


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