Summer

Hello from Mulberry Hill,

 

This summer changed its people. We are not the same entering September, as we were when we entered June. Life happens. Graduations, weddings, funerals and births, it is a cycle that keeps us ever present and vigilant. For everything, there is a season, and summer is no exception.

At the lake, I observed two boys pulling a wagon tied to a two-wheel bike. The wagon held fishing poles, tackle, pop and bait. The second boy followed on his bike, stopping to pick up the items that fell out of the wagon as it bumped down the dirt road. They were laughing. I laughed too. Huck and Tom! They will remember this summer forever.

 

My dear uncle passed away this year at 99. We gathered this summer for his memorial. I enjoyed visiting him. On one occasion a couple years ago as I prepared to leave, he struggled to stand. I said, “Uncle Charles, you are such a gentleman, you don’t have to stand up.” With much effort he accomplished his upright posture, looked me in the eye and said, “I am not standing because I am a gentleman, I am standing because you are a lady.”

 

I cannot write this with a dry eye. Will anyone of my granddaughters ever have a gentleman stand when she enters or leaves a room, because she is a lady?