Cemetery

I love cemeteries.  They are always peaceful, interesting, often beautiful, and always a reminder to appreciate life and the meaningful moments we find if we are paying attention.  Wednesday morning Nelda and I took a walk in the cemetery overlooking the prairie at Ebey's Landing on Whidbey Island.  The cemetery is one of my favorites.  The walk was wonderful, and we were delighted with our discoveries, which you will see in the pictures below. 

Terry Toms left messages on both sides of his bench--see below.  I think I would have liked him.

This didn't have a name or date...just a message!

We had to dig through the flowers to find the name, but isn't this delightful?

This was my favorite.  On this side, he rewrote the Serenity Prayer to make it his own.

And it even looks like this may have been his own printing.  

Here's the front of his stone.  Take the time to read his message below.  Wow!

Don't you wish you knew this guy?

This was touching.  

A Moment on a Log

(or Log Blog!)

Paul and LouAnn and their kids came to Whidbey Island for Labor Day weekend.  Saturday we showed them the local sights, mainly Deception Pass and the beaches close by.  We spent time on four beaches, examining tide pools, climbing rocks, gathering rocks, building sand castles and forts, picnicking, and enjoying the gorgeous weather and beautiful scenery.  The highlight of the day came when the kids found a huge log, balanced to form a natural seesaw.  The next hour was spent climbing, balancing, hanging from, walking on, and eventually  falling from (Ellis) that magnificent log.  

Breakfast at Frank's Place

The cleaning lady, Viola, came to clean Hobart's house this morning.  We hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so Hobart suggested we go out for breakfast and get out of Viola's way.  We got into the car and backed out of the driveway.  Hobart gave me options, "You have two choices--one place is rather nice and the other is dreadful."  I chose "dreadful."  (I like living on the edge.)  So we drove north on highway 20 until we got to Frank's place. We parked.   I took one look at the sign, the roadside decor and the yard art and burst out laughing.  It was indeed dreadful.  It was a patriot, military, greasy spoon with a sign out in front that advertised Spam. it also had a statue of Elvis waiting to greet us at the door.  In addition to Spam breakfasts, the menu happily featured "Bacon Mania".  The waitress was friendly, the coffee hot, and Hobart's eggs Benedict featured, of course, BACON!  And for an hour, I sat in a Washington state, Whidbey island restaurant and felt like I was right back home.......in Texas!  

 I think Frank is very patriotic. 

 Elvis to greet us.

 Bacon, bacon and more bacon

A bumble bee and the Statue of Liberty--who could ask for more?

 Ultimate yard art

 Military men and women and camouflage  

Bacon eggs Benedict
(Hobart ate this and survived.)

Elvis, looking over Hobart's shoulder. 

A Trip to Artist Point

Hobart was excited last week when he checked the computer to see if the Artist Point parking lot had been cleared of snow and discovered that it was, so we planned a day trip to go to the mountains--yesterday was the day.  It was a beautiful, clear day for the three hour trip.  Hobart likes to avoid interstates whenever possible, so we took the winding roads through little towns, stopping occasionally to see something of interest.  One was a small-town general store which sold everything from fresh peaches to humorous mugs.  It looked like it should have been next door to the Whistle Stop Cafe in Fried Green Tomatoes.  We stopped at the small town of Glacier for a delicious lunch at an Italian restaurant and paused several times along the way to take pictures, absorb and appreciate this gorgeous part of the country.  The beauty of this area is incredible--huge evergreens,  ice blue mountain streams, waterfalls and wildflowers. And snow!  In August!  We finally arrived at the Artist Point parking lot and the wall of snow I had previously seen in pictures.  The view of Mt. Baker was spectacular, so we spent an hour in the sun and snow, taking more pictures and visiting with other viewers and climbers.  On the way home we saw the sun set over the San Juan islands--pink sky and blue water. By the time we got home, the almost-full, orange moon had risen out of the Cascades.  What a perfect day.  

Picture Lake

Picture Lake and Mt. Shuksan

Artist Point parking lot

Mt. Baker

Mt. Baker and Hobart

Heather Meadows Visitors' Center

Pembroke Lane Reunion

In 1969 we, the Stumbo family--Nancy and John and our three children, Annette, Laurie and Paul--lived on Pembroke Lane in Topeka, Kansas.  Right next door were the Guilds, Fred and Joanne with their four daughters, Jenny, Leslie, Nanette, and Lisa.  Across the street lived the Hildyards, Hobart and Virginia and their three children Brent, Wendy and Wes.  Eventually everyone moved away from Pembroke Lane and then Topeka.  Everyone.  All the Guilds moved to the Northwest, in and around Seattle.  The Stumbos scattered everywhere, as did the Hildyards. Hobart and Virginia retired to the Northwest, to Whidbey Island, northwest of Seattle, in the 90s.  The three families did not keep in touch except for Hobart Hildyard and John Stumbo.

Two years ago Annette discovered Leslie Guild on Facebook, told me, and I quickly added her to my list of Facebook friends and we started to communicate with each other.  (God bless Facebook!)  When Hobart and I discovered each other and got together in March, Leslie realized that we would be close to where she lived on Whidbey Island and we made plans to get together sometime this summer. Last night was the night.

The surprise:  Leslie knew that Jenny and their parents, Fred and Joanne, were going to be at Jenny's second home near Oak Harbor on Saturday evening, so she contacted me and arranged for Hobart and Brent, who was here visiting from Phoenix, and me to pop in and surprise everyone else, who had no idea that Leslie and I had been in contact.  A Topeka, Kansas, Pembroke Lane reunion in Oak Harbor, WA!  What fun!  The Guilds were surprised and we were thrilled to see them and began to get caught up on the past three/four decades.  Friendships were renewed, stories and hugs exchanged, and memories recounted.  It was a marvelous reunion.  Thanks, Leslie.  

Jenny and Leslie

Fred and Joanne

The Texture of Time

On our recent trip to the west coast we saw spectacular sights, gorgeous vegetation, magnificent shorelines and interesting people, but often what caught my attention was the texture and beauty of what once, but no longer, was young and vibrant.  Old trees, driftwood and fallen logs drew me in and I paused to study and photograph them.  The young thriving plants were colorful but often created only a background for the stumps which provided the interest and focus. That often applies to people, too.  We saw many young, healthy, beautiful people at the beach and on the paths, but it was the old people who were memorable--the old man in the motorized wheelchair with his dog on a leash, and the elderly couple wearing sun hats, walking the pier holding hands--those with stories and memories that reach back for decades.  Their texture is written on their faces and displayed in their posture and gait.  I feel joy for the young.  I appreciate their energy and ambition.  But my heart is touched and my interest held by the old--both people and nature.  

A Magic Moment in Manhattan Beach

We were in southern California, wrapping up our trip to see Hobart's kids and their families.  The visits in each of their homes had been wonderful and different.  I had gotten to know his children as adults after having known them as children decades ago.  Hobart spent quality one-on-one time with his kids and grandchildren.  We experienced each of their cultures and homes and had even gotten to meet and spend time with some of their friends in Phoenix, Arizona (Brent), Del Mar (Wendy) and Hermosa Beach (Wes), California.  

It was the last day with family before we were to head up the coast to home on Whidbey Island, WA.  Wes's family was busy that last afternoon so Hobart and I went to Manhattan Beach to walk the pier, visit the aquarium, and enjoy the beach.  During our time in the Southwest, Hobart had mentioned several times that he'd like to buy sandals, so on the way to the pier, we found a fabulous Skechers shoe store.  (We later discovered that the headquarters of Skechers is in Manhattan Beach and this was their signature store.) I bought three pairs of shoes immediately.  Hobart found a pair of sandals he liked and decided to wear them out of the store, but Tim, our salesperson, made him first take off his socks.  "Hey, man, get rid of the socks--you're in California." Hobart paid and we left.

A block down the street, Hobart complained that a strap was rubbing the top of his foot, so we found a bench on the sidewalk where he could sit down to put his socks back on, well out of Tim's sight.  The bench was right in front of the Rock N Fish, an open-air restaurant.  A woman diner and her friend, who were eating lunch near us, noticed our big Skechers bags and asked if Skechers was having a sale.  We visited briefly, encouraging them to go check out the cute shoes. We headed to the pier and aquarium.  

An hour later we were returning from the pier on the way to the ice cream shop and stopped for a minute to rest on the same sock-donning bench. The same woman diner and her friend walked by us.  We smiled in recognition and commented on their absence of Skechers' bags, reminding them that the store was on the corner.  We all laughed and they continued walking down the street.  

A few minutes later Hobart and I arrived at the ice cream store a block away. We each ordered two scoops.  Hobart had cookie dough and mint chocolate chip.  I had Nutella and salted caramel.  We settled into comfortable chairs at a small table to enjoy our ice cream.  Suddenly, Hobart, looking over my shoulder, broke into a huge grin and yelled, "Hey!  We've got a table for you!  Come sit down!" and pointed to the table next to us.  And here came our diner woman and her friend--our third encounter with them that afternoon. 

Serendipity!   

They joined us and for the next hour the four of us talked and laughed and teased and exchanged stories and histories. We discovered common connections and shared interests and visited openly and comfortably. What an hour! We bonded, and, upon parting, exchanged emails and embraces. What a blessing and what a gift!  We had all given each other the time to create a memorable moment, to experience our common humanity, and to feel the Loving Spirit that runs through and connects us all.  

What magic!  

Quinn and Jereal

Nancy and Jereal

Quinn and Hobart