Have you ever thought, when looking at a picture, that it is much more than a picture? When we look at a picture of someone else's family, we see images of people captured in one second. When we see pictures of our own, we see the entire lives of our loved ones. Everything we know about each person plays through our mind. Pictures and home movies are virtual time machines.
On Friday, our project was rebuilding the stairs at the apartment. They were unsafe and are now splendid. We also picked up pecans, remembered when, looked at old photos and had a great visit with Doc Lagan. Ann and I dusted mom's beautiful vases and such, admiring the shine. (We do this.) The house is large enough that you can wander off and have personal visits with each person. It's important to come together and equally important to have spaces in which to be apart and focused on individuals.
We almost always have some sort of project when we come home. I'll bet Jim sometimes wishes he had never learned carpentry, but we're all thankful he did. I know Dad loves it that one of Jim's many talents is carpentry because Charlie, Dad's grandpa, was a master Finish Carpenter. All the threads keep reappearing in the weave and warp of family.
Our family tapestry, like those of every family, is colorful and unique. We are architects, athletes and artists, writers, realtors, and warriors. We are inventors and engineers, policemen and poets. We are doctors and dancers, farmers, nurses and carpenters. We are lawyers,