Road Ends

by Reynold Jay

Canvas Print

$62

Framed Print

$71

Art Print

$20

Poster

$20

Metal Print

$68

Acrylic Print

$76

Wood Print

$47

Tapestry

$39

Throw Pillow

$25

Duvet Cover

$100

Shower Curtain

$68

Bath Towel

$35

Ornament

$9.50

Jigsaw Puzzle

$38

Tote Bag

$26

Weekender Tote Bag

$43

Zip Pouch

$25

Portable Battery Charger

$47

Yoga Mat

$60

Greeting Card

$5.95

Spiral Notebook

$15

Sticker

$3.50

iPhone Case

$27

Beach Towel

$35

Round Beach Towel

$70

Weekender Tote Bag

$43

Coffee Mug

$14

Men's Clothing

$24

Women's Clothing

$24

Youth Clothing

$20

Toddler Clothing

$18

Baby Clothing

$22

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1536.000 x 1024.000 pixels

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Title

Road Ends

Artist

Reynold Jay

Medium

Photograph - Photo

Description

"Dead End" and "Road Ends" neighborhoods can be surprisingly beautiful during the summer! These signs can be found often near railroad tracks and rivers. Most often these areas around the sign are neglected and quickly forgotten. Not so by this artist! RJ will offer several of these such that a corner of a room can be brightened up with a scattering of pieces. Enjoy!

~ Never Forgotten ~
Reynold Jay

One never knows what one will encounter on a daily jog through the poor-side of town on an afternoon reminiscing childhood memories where one once lived as a child. I encountered Osborn Street, a forgotten neighborhood with a dead-end at each end of the block. A little boy and girl sat playing with their toys on the sidewalk in front of a home. The girl looked to be about two-years old and the boy a year older. The little girl peered up at me with her baby-blue eyes and said, “Baby died.”
The little boy confirmed it. “Baby sister died...baby in heaven….”
She echoed the thought, “Baby heaven.”
I imagined the tragic loss, and the effect upon their lives….
Memories flooded back at my own loss many years before when I heard the words, “The baby died,” from the doctor. My wife Jo Ellen was devastated knowing she would never bear children. I recalled a baby funeral for a niece who had lost a third child where tears ran like rain.
Tears welled up from within as I made my way down the street.
When I turned, I saw the little girl was following me down the street. She refused to return back to her home. I was but a passing stranger and knew I must lead her back before she became lost chasing me down the street. I took her by the hand and saw that she was properly settled back on the sidewalk beside the little boy.
I told her to remain there and not to follow. “I am a passing stranger, Alicia and must be on my way. Goodbye!”
A grandmother appeared on the porch three doors down. “What is going on? I see her following you!”
Once again, I turned and saw that she was following me down the street!
I explained I was in tears with the memories, “Baby died.”
“I’ll take care of it. My gracious! Autos often race up and down the street! You go about your jogging young man!” She headed down the street to intercept the little girl.
Later that week I returned to the grandmother’s home as I was curious if all turned out well. ‘She is in the hospital. A hit-and-run ran into her the next day.”
Soon, I found myself at Alicia’s side alone in a room at the hospital. She recognized me, “Baby died. I go heaven...be with baby.” I held her in my arms engulfed in tears….
She closed her eyes and was gone….
This was but one more story to tell of my encounters on the poor-side of town. I knew that one day my turn would come, and I would once again be reunited with little Alicia and her baby sister who never had a chance at life.
… My niece’s baby…
… And my baby as well.
… Never forgotten.

~*~
Reynold Jay
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