Sunday, January 11, 2009
This was shot off Gwynn's Island on the day it blew so hard it peeled the skin off your teeth. The white caps mimic the clouds in the sky. The lighting isn't so great because (a) it was overcast; (b) I was trying not to become a human tumbleweed and (c) grains of sand were pelting me and my camera. One false move and I'd have turned a back flip and landed over on the Eastern Shore.
Today Chesapeake Bay Mother shares a contribution about her Aunt Maggie. CB Mother claims that my loud, boisterous laugh is just like Aunt Maggie's. Poor Aunt Maggie.
by CB Mother
Great Aunt Maggie was beautiful, inside and out. She was twice widowed and had two small boys and no support. How she managed I cannot fathom. In days when women did not work as a rule, she raised good, productive children who were morally responsible and who made exemplary fathers and husbands to their families. They don’t make them like her anymore.
She was first of all religious. She went through several of them; we never knew what would show up next. Finally she settled on the Seventh Day Adventist Church, which some of her grandchildren are still. They seemed to have very healthy habits, and I let it go at that.
When Aunt Maggie came to visit she always brought her sewing machine in tow. And sew she did. She could make anything. Anything. All she needed was old newspaper and a tape measure. One year she made my dress when I was May Queen at our elementary school. It was beautiful. That same week she made me two flowered dresses for school, and I wore them regularly.
The whole time she was measuring and sewing, she was talking about the Bible. Her favorite book was Revelation. Not mine. As she labored away her dark eyes would penetrate my soul and she would bring up a verse about how this monster was going to deal with the iniquitous rivers of blood and all. While I know she was trying to infuse me with goodness, I considered this scary and could not reconcile it with my May Day Dress.
Though serious about the Lord, that woman had the standard all others must exceed when it comes to laughter. Hers was the strongest, loudest laugh of all. Imagine that.
I have a really, really loud laugh, but I can’t quote Revelation. The extent of my Bible recitation is this: Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, September, October, November and December...and I don't know what comes next. This concludes the Bible recitation portion of this post.