“Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is attained by living a righteous life.” ~ Proverbs 16:31
(This was written Sunday, October 27th but, for unknown reason, it didn’t post.)
Today is another momentous event: Mom is 85 years today and celebrating, with 91 year old Dad, their 68th wedding anniversary. We gathered at my sister’s for a cookout; after morning rain it turned better than fair and was absolutely perfect. The three little’s were in attendance (great-grandson and great-granddaughter’s) making it a four generation event. There was food galore, two birthday cakes and my brother and his wife made strawberry ice cream ending a lovely day. If Dad looks a bit surprised it’s because he was already tucked into his food when I said, “Smile!”
It’s shameful how long it’s been since I’ve posted; I apologize and have but feeble excuses. This is the third summer I’ve lived in southside Virginia and am still not acclimated to the heat. My brother feels the same but he caved in, bought a farm in West Virginia and keeps threatening to move. I told him, “GO! Stay in WV from May until October and come back to the flatlands for (haha,what they call around here) winter.” For a while, I’d thought about asking him to sell me five acres but then…but then…earlier this month I took Dad to the WV cabin for a vacation. Now, I’m used to driving that dirt road to the cabin and admit each new time in any particular year is white knuckle driving but…BUT…then I drove the 2.5 miles UP the mountain to my brother’s place. WHEW! I would have cried like a girl but Daddy kept saying, “You know, this really isn’t such a bad road, is it?” I kept thinking, “It should be in one of those video’s to frighten people half to death! I know people who wouldn’t be caught dead on this road!” Even though the road is state maintained it was still dirt and there is no mail delivery. If you want mail, you have to get a post office box; none of that rain, sleet, snow stuff keeping them from appointed rounds. Post office employees won’t even go up that road in good weather!
Come to think of it, I did take a few video’s and, later this week, will go to the county library (high speed internet) and put them on my youtube page. I need to figure out how to combine those video’s under one page but, for now, the link will get you there. Hopefully.
But back to the mountain roads story…as I said, my brother lives 2.5 miles UP a dirt road but not quite to the mountain top which is another half to three-quarter mile. Dad and I went to Steve’s to pick, then press apples for cider, seven gallons of delicious cider which is in my fridge now. I also have a box of apples and tomorrow will make apple butter. I was told, “Drive down the other side, it’s not as bad nor as far.” Silly me. My brother lives to get one over on me…the drive was as bad and two tenth’s of a mile longer. (Will I ever learn?)
The next day, I took Dad to visit a high school chum, her husband and sister-in-law. They lived only one mile up a dirt road to the top of the mountain and nothing, absolutely NOTHING, prepared me for this road. I was terrified! At two points, actually four if you count going and coming, I was terrified the rear tire might slip off the
road mountain so I put my front tire in the ditch to snake the truck rear end around the corner. All the while Daddy is chatting away, “Look at that view; can you believe how beautiful?!” Actually, I was busy terrified, my back muscles were in spasms and I only caught a glimpse…but it was beautiful.
Daddy and I have always had adventures…standing over Ole Faithful, timing for the spew of hot water then Daddy yelling, “Okay RUN! It’s gonna blow!” Or the time we were at Bridge Day in Fayetteville, WV and climbed out on a ledge so I could take better photos or taking a ‘copter ride over Mount Rushmore or barreling down the Rocky Mountains with brakes burning rubber. Fortunately God has always kept us safe and we’ve slowed, somewhat, as we’ve aged although we were talking about taking 4-wheeler’s to the cabin come Spring so we could ride the mountain back roads.
My siblings and I were taught to honor God, His Word and our parents. Truth be told? It’s easy to honor my parents, both joy and privilege and to have them relatively hearty and hale at ages 85 and 91 is a gift. To have them as Christian parents, to have a legacy of seeing them both read their Bibles every morning (Daddy just finished his Bible for the 52nd time), to hear them pray is a blessing. To know they didn’t give up when times were hard and today we celebrate their 68th wedding anniversary, a blessing and gift for us all.
Hear me now: I rise up and call them blessed and thank them for the incredible heritage and legacy they continue to live out in family, community and church.
“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.” ~ Exodus 20:12 ~