Presbyterian Gal brings us today's RevGals Friday Five and it's all about looking for the God Days of summer. She says:
"As I pass through this year’s dog days in my felon ridden neighborhood (OK, just two housefuls. But isn’t that enough?), I am trying to focus on the blessings apparent around me, past and present, that I might not notice, necessarily. In that spirit, this week’s Friday Five goes thusly:"
1. What is your sweetest summer memory from childhood? Did it involve watermelon or hand cranked ice cream? Or perhaps a teen summer romance. Which stands out for you?
On hot summer afternoons in San Antonio my mother took the four of us to the swimming pool. There was nothing better than swimming and diving in that cool water and then going home for dinner followed by trying to catch lightning bugs in the yard.
2. Describe your all time favorite piece of summer clothing. The one thing you could put on in the summer that would seem to insure a cooler, more excellent day.
My swimming suit!
3. What summer food fills your mouth with delight and whose flavor stays happily with you long after eaten?
Watermelon. Love it.4. Tell us about the summer vacation or holiday that holds your dearest memory.
The summer of 1985, we were all together at a beach house in Galveston for a few days. Portia and Babs were four and two years old. Daddy left to go back to San Antonio a day or so before we went home. (My mother had not come with him.)
On our drive away from Galveston I burst into tears and told El Jefe that I had a strong feeling that Daddy would not come to Galveston again. This seemed crazy because he was in excellent health, but he died suddenly on New Year's Eve of that same year and in fact did not come to Galveston again. Sadly, El Jefe's mother was diagnosed with the cancer the following year and died also. So 1985 was the last summer all of our parents were still with us.
On our drive away from Galveston I burst into tears and told El Jefe that I had a strong feeling that Daddy would not come to Galveston again. This seemed crazy because he was in excellent health, but he died suddenly on New Year's Eve of that same year and in fact did not come to Galveston again. Sadly, El Jefe's mother was diagnosed with the cancer the following year and died also. So 1985 was the last summer all of our parents were still with us.
5. Have you had any experience(s) this summer that has drawn you closer to God or perhaps shown you His wonder in a new way?
See photo above of dawn breaking over the bay as seen from the porch of our place there. It's an amazing "Holy Holy Holy" moment every time.
Bonus question: When it is really hot, humid and uncomfortable, what do you do to refresh and renew body and spirit?
Go swimming and eat watermelon. And maybe have a frozen margarita instead of one on the rocks.
Go swimming and eat watermelon. And maybe have a frozen margarita instead of one on the rocks.
Thanks, Presbyterian Gal!
4 comments:
I believe that the foreknowledge of a loved one's passing is a gift as well. To help prepare us.
And catching fireflies! I always wanted to do that. But there weren't any where I grew up.
Great play QG!
Nice play...and tender memories.
God bless you+
No, not many firefiles for me either, but it was a Texas memory for when we went there to visit the relatives. Lovely play!
great play - sweet memories. so the next revgal meet-up is at your beach house?!
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