Hope you like the picture of our dear patriarchs in Hawaii! One picture showed Dad with his pants rolled standing in the surf, and you could see he still had on his long underwear!
Thinking of family reunion and summer trips and all that those memories mean to this family, I am going to cheat a little and repeat parts of a blog I wrote some time ago that I called “Things.” It pretty well pictures how we brothers and sisters grew up and my apologies to you who have read it. So here it is!
One of my daughters expressed to me, something like this, “ Mom, “things” have never been important to you, have they? You didn’t have a lot of things growing up, did you?” I just smiled. True, as society thinks, I didn’t have “things”, but oh what I did have. First of all, I had a home where happiness was not measured by what you had, but by what you had to share. Our home became on many occasions a food bank, a sanctuary, a repository of help in health and business advice for that small bit of real estate at the foot of Massanutten Mountain that society had forgotten.
We had a pristinely clean and orderly home. We had a yard full of flowers and grape arbors, and two vegetable gardens that filled our table and our bellies. Things!! If a thing was needed, it was for the comfort of our family, like a furnace to replace wood stoves. Indoor plumbing and electricity that changed our lives forever.
Things!! Not so many…just enough. We should all be blessed to have just enough.
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