For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Parasols of Peace
I have always found umbrellas to be special handheld “harbingers of peace.” I believe it all started when I was just a wee little thing and would travel from my middle Georgia hometown of Macon up to the tiny north Georgia hamlet of Ball Ground, where my grandparents lived.
For my pre-teen summers I would spend a couple of weeks each July with my Granny Nix and her second husband Veto.
Just me. No parents. None of my four brothers. It was glorious.
Each weekday morning, I would go to work with Granny at the family-owned Frosty Bar (similar to today’s Dairy Queen). Granny let me stay behind the counter with her, while she made cheeseburgers and milkshakes. I would tiptoe up to the bar to hand the folks their food and then stay low to savor the leftover milkshake which Granny would pour into a little paper cup just for me.
But Sunday was the most special day! Granny and I would dress up and walk to the little country Baptist church nearby. As we left the house, she would position her purse strap on her right shoulder and then with her right hand, snap open her big flowered umbrella.
Her left hand reached for me, and we strolled leisurely and somewhat proudly down the dirt road, protected from the unforgiving Georgia July sun, underneath Granny’s lovingly protective parasol.
So when I snap open my own umbrella today, or just see an umbrella, I am thankful for the love and protection underneath.
HR and me protected from the rain. Grandson Daniel in a production of Tuck Everlasting over on Hilton Head Island, SC. With my 96-year-old dad
And like Granny, I also love colorful bumbershoots.
Robert and I have been enjoying (well, mostly) leftovers from our Thanksgiving family gathering. He likes the turkey heated up, while I prefer it cold (#152 on our list of differences).
The green bean casserole and sweet potato pie may be reduced to near crumbs in our fridge, but not the memories of the fun and laughter from Thanksgiving Day.
Here are a few leftover smiles and laughs.
HR and several grandchildren. Grandson Daniel finding something hilariously, funny, as he poses with his family.Daughter Emily and her fellow Adam.Granddaughter GraceAdam’s patents joined us. Ex-wife/Best Friend Donna and our TEN grandchildren! Daughter Emily’s three beautiful girls. Daughter Amy also finding something hilariously funny. (Like mother, like son.) A smiling selfie with HR …… and his festive holiday pins.
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