Spreading Good News (Part 281 – The Praying Hands)

The goal of Spreading Good News is for readers to:

GET INSPIRED and/or GET MOTIVATED and/or GET INFORMED and/or GET AWE-STRUCK and/or GET A BREAK FROM ALL THE NEGATIVE NEWS and to tell readers about our books!!

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THIS WEEK’S REVIEW:  “My 15 Dogs:  A 55-Year Journey of Love”

I want to tell you about my sister’s book.  Her name is Anita Jones, and from the day she was born and brought home, she has been around or owned at least one dog.  Her love for dogs (and theirs for her!) is absolutely AMAZING, and her book about the dogs in her life is absolutely DELIGHTFUL!!

 

Anna Klimko says, “Anita is truly an inspirational person, and writer, with a great and wonderful heart.  I read this book from cover to cover without putting it down once.  The book will bring tears to your eyes, a smile to your face, and heartwarming feeling to your heart.  I recommend this book to people of all ages and to anyone that has ever had a pet.  You cannot help but think of all the great memories you have shared with your furry companions.  Enjoy reading this book as it helps you appreciate the past, present and future of all life.”

Read the preview and reviews for “My 15 Dogs:  A 55-Year Journey of Love” and order today at http://www.GoodShortBooks.com.

 

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TODAY’S QUOTE

THE “SPIRITUAL” LASTS FOREVER; THE “PHYSICAL” DIES OR IS OTHERWISE LOST.  ~ Joyce Fields

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TODAY’S BLOG

Most of us have seen this picture of “The Praying Hands,” but have no idea of the heartwarming story of how it came to be.  Here’s the story:

The Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children.  Eighteen!  In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.  Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream.  They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact.  They would toss a coin.  The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy.  Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church.  Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.  Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation.  Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming.  After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition.  His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn.  Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No. . .no. . .no. . .no.”

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks.  He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother.  I cannot go to Nuremberg.  It is too late for me.  Look. . .look what four years in the mines have done to my hands!  The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush.  No, brother. . .for me it is too late.”

More than 450 years have passed.  By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works.  More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward.  He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”

Moral: The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look.  Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one–no one–ever makes it alone!

~ Author unknown

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~ Joyce Fields

 

 

 

 

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About Line of Serenity (Joyce Fields)

As a thought leader for today's generation, I choose to be part of the solution and am doing things that positively impact people's lives. In addition to being a happy, married (since 1967!) woman, sister, aunt, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, I have over 40 years' experience in "Corporate America": Stenographer, Secretary, Supervisor, Analyst, Office Manager, Executive Assistant. I am also a professional proofreader and the author of eight books (seven non-fiction; one children's fiction--http://www.GoodShortBooks.com).
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4 Responses to Spreading Good News (Part 281 – The Praying Hands)

  1. Nita says:

    I have seen the “hands” before, but never knew the story behind the picture. Beautiful! What a great love shared between the two brothers!

  2. Ava Glenn says:

    I really liked “The Rose” and “The Praying Hands”. I didn’t know the story behind the drawing, I will look at differently.

    So Miss Mekkah wants to be a chef, good for her! On her next visit to Detroit maybe she can prepare breakfast, lunch or dinner. Come on Mekkah, I’m waiting!

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