A companion blog to my photo site, www.daysixpix.com, celebrating all the days of life that flow though creation into the days of perspiration, inspiration, sabbath and resurrection.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Untethered
Untethered! She said, "You look untethered."
Wow, I immediately thought, does it show? I've been trying the last nine
months, now ten, to be released, untied, unfettered, free of all of the
expectations, obligations, responsibilities, duties, restrictions, roles,
rules, tensions, and criticisms that have been the daily ritual of my
professional life for nearly forty years. I even have found it challenging to
separate my authentic, spiritual life from all of the aspects I had to
"put on" by my professional role. I always have had that struggle,
but the delineation became more stark since I retired.
So for her, this complete stranger, to say just three
words which so quickly caught my attention and so fully confirmed my journey into
retirement was exhilarating. I had never used that word to describe my quest
for the future either prior to my retirement or since. I certainly had not
expected this journey into the next phase of my life to take nine months, nor
to be completed in an Episcopalian church on Easter morning, with the gift of
communion and the sermonic refrain of grace. And so on an evening of art
at my granddaughter's school, an unknown young female sculptor announces to me
what seems obvious to her and has birthed in me these last nine months with the
word "untethered."
Ah, my being untethered was exactly what I have been
seeking: to be honestly, nakedly, who I am, to shed all that with which I have
been burdened, even imprisoned. So more than a month after the Easter Eucharist
was the confirmation that I had turned another direction and that I was free
from regret and resentment. And I am delighted that these two pronouncements,
occurring in a makeshift art gallery and a traditional liturgy with its so very
familiar rehearsal of grace, combine to propel me into the future...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Ten Cents Per Week
I made 10 cents per week per customer delivering daily newspapers for the Kokomo Tribune. The customers paid 40 cents per week for newspapers Monday through Friday and I could keep a dime plus any tips. I was glad to have this work for newspaper routes were hard to get because kids held on to these jobs and they often got passed down to younger siblings. And you had to be at least 11 years old to work for the newspaper. My dad had somehow got acquainted with a man named Glen who was the circulation manager for the newspaper and dad must have put the word in for me because in 1960 when I was 12 years old I got a route which included my home address. It was basically two streets and had, I think, 60 customers, which meant I could make $6 per week. Every afternoon after school I would pick up my bundle of newspapers that had been dropped off on a street corner about a block from my house. I would take them to the front porch of my house and roll them into tubes and wrap a rubber band around them and stuff them into a canvas bag furnished by the newspaper. Two things that stick in my mind were how black my hands would get from handling the freshly inked newspapers and the smell of the rubber bands. Initially, I would fold the newspapers into squares, but it seems like the preferred method became the rolled version with the rubber bands. I would buy a big white box of green rubber bands from the newspaper. I hooked the strap of the bag around each handlebar grip of my bike and the bag would rest on the front fender. Some days it was tricky balancing the weight of the newspapers and the bike and me. I remember the sense of pride I had as I rode down the street with "The Kokomo Tribune" emblazoned on the front of the bag. I felt like I was doing something important in delivering the news.
Every Saturday morning I would take what I had collected from my customers down to the newspaper office to pay for the newspapers. I remember passing the Colonial Bakery with the aroma of baking bread. There were several buildings grouped together near the center of town that I knew well and visited often. The Kokomo Tribune was just north of the Carnegie Library where I would spend hours in during the summer and voraciously read books during the summer reading program. Just south of the Library was the YMCA where I learned to swim (although it was little more than floating and kicking at the time) when I was eight years old. And south down Union Street from the "Y" was the Victory Cycle Shop. So after I paid my bill at the Tribune I would often drop in Victory Cycle because the store was a hobby extravaganza. It was a bicycle shop that carried more than bikes for large wooden airplanes hung from the ceiling and there were shelves along the wall that were filled with plastic model kits and paint and glue, so it smelled of rubber tires and balsa wood.
I had bought my first model car in 1959 at the drug store across the street from Columbia Grade School where I attended fourth through sixth grade. It was a 1959 Ford convertible. But the greatest variety and the newest kits were at the Victory Cycle Shop. I suspect that the newspaper boys were the shop’s best customers. We had just paid our bill at the Tribune up the street and we had money in our pockets. If it wasn’t the lure of the newest model car or plane, it was replacement parts for our bikes that took part of the week’s profits. I remember the man that ran the store as being especially patient with us kids as we pondered what model car we were going to purchase.
I didn’t spend all that I made because I saved $1.00 per week or more at the savings and loan. I think it was through the encouragement of the newspaper that I had a savings account. The newspaper may have taken it out automatically as part of my bill but it was kept at the nearby savings and loan. I guess it was the beginning of a college fund or something else important. I know it had grown to over $400 when my family was having difficulties and I "loaned" it to my father with his promise of paying me back. He didn’t. It would have taken a long time and much effort to save $400.
That first Christmas, I had money of my own to buy gifts for my family. I bought a bottle of perfume for mom, a play rifle for my brother (I recall it was a replica of the Rifleman with the circle shaped cocking lever. "The Rifleman" was a popular TV Western at the time). I admit I don’t remember the specific gifts for my sister and dad, but I know I bought something for everyone because I was so proud I had money to purchase Christmas gifts.
I hated collecting money each week however. People weren’t home and I would have to come back or they would say they didn’t owe me for the week. I had a book with a page for each customer that had perforated receipt tabs for each week. When they paid me forty cents I would tear out the tab in exchange. Some folks got so far behind that I would simply tear out the tab rather than deal with the fact that they owed me as much as $2.00 Occasionally folks were convinced that they owed more than I would ask for and the considerate ones would pay what they owed. Once in a while I had customers who would protest that they didn’t owe me for previous weeks. I learned that some people would cheat a kid out of 40 cents. Fortunately there were very few. I think it interesting that so few people colored my perception when I doubt that I had trouble with most people. Some of my customers were fun though. I recall a delightful couple who loved to joke with me. The fellow taught me how to bend a nail around my finger and wrap it with gauze so that my finger looked like I had a nail piercing through my bandaged finger. A great April Fools joke!
The newspaper encouraged the carriers to get new customers. Two spring campaigns I got enough new customers that I could take a trip on a charter bus to the Indianapolis 500 Time Trials. I was there at the 2 ½ mile oval "brickyard" when one driver was the first to make it around the track in one minute flat which was the average speed of 150 miles per hour, a record at the time. Another time I got enough points to get an Xacto hobby knife kit with three knives in an hinged wooden box, which I have to this day. I cut my finger many times with those razor sharp blades. Another time I received a packet from the newspaper which included a wallet, tie clasp, cufflinks, mechanical pencil, ball point pen and letter opener with an image of a newspaper carrier on them. I still have the tie clasp and the letter opener.
Part of my money went for Boy Scout equipment because at the time I belonged to Boy Scout Troop 61. Our scoutmaster was George Lee, a local architect. But it was "Mr. Lee" until you earned your tenderfoot badge and then you had his permission to call him "George". Just a block east of the Tribune was a store that sold Boy Scout uniforms and equipment. Included among my purchases that I remember were a pocket knife, salt/pepper shaker, flashlight, canteen, backpack, and neckerchief slides to be carved from balsa wood.
After about a year I got a larger route of more than 100 customers. There was a produce store halfway around the loop where I would buy chunk chocolate. The chunks, as big as my palm, were wrapped in cellophane and piled in a small barrel. They probably had a million calories in them, but I rode my bike so much that there was little danger of gaining weight. It was on this route that I got so very cold one winter night that I was unable to finish my delivery. The road was covered with ice and I slipped trying to get traction on the brick road and fell frequently on my bike. The newspapers would scatter each time and I would have to pick them up and put them back in the bag. I remember that my toes and fingers were numb when I finally got home. I don’t recall ever being as cold again as that night. Some customers called the newspaper office wondering where their papers were. I delivered them the next day however. But it was still cold!
I only recall getting bit by a dog once in the three years that I carried newspapers. It was a German Shepherd that only barked once and then he bit me on the calf as I tried to ride past him. After that I carried rocks in the canvas bag in addition to newspapers.
But of course, what really slowed me down on my daily delivery trip were the girls who lived in the neighborhood and who needed the benefit of my adolescent flirting. What an adventure for ten cents!
I made 10 cents per week per customer delivering daily newspapers for the Kokomo Tribune. The customers paid 40 cents per week for newspapers Monday through Friday and I could keep a dime plus any tips. I was glad to have this work for newspaper routes were hard to get because kids held on to these jobs and they often got passed down to younger siblings. And you had to be at least 11 years old to work for the newspaper. My dad had somehow got acquainted with a man named Glen who was the circulation manager for the newspaper and dad must have put the word in for me because in 1960 when I was 12 years old I got a route which included my home address. It was basically two streets and had, I think, 60 customers, which meant I could make $6 per week. Every afternoon after school I would pick up my bundle of newspapers that had been dropped off on a street corner about a block from my house. I would take them to the front porch of my house and roll them into tubes and wrap a rubber band around them and stuff them into a canvas bag furnished by the newspaper. Two things that stick in my mind were how black my hands would get from handling the freshly inked newspapers and the smell of the rubber bands. Initially, I would fold the newspapers into squares, but it seems like the preferred method became the rolled version with the rubber bands. I would buy a big white box of green rubber bands from the newspaper. I hooked the strap of the bag around each handlebar grip of my bike and the bag would rest on the front fender. Some days it was tricky balancing the weight of the newspapers and the bike and me. I remember the sense of pride I had as I rode down the street with "The Kokomo Tribune" emblazoned on the front of the bag. I felt like I was doing something important in delivering the news.
Every Saturday morning I would take what I had collected from my customers down to the newspaper office to pay for the newspapers. I remember passing the Colonial Bakery with the aroma of baking bread. There were several buildings grouped together near the center of town that I knew well and visited often. The Kokomo Tribune was just north of the Carnegie Library where I would spend hours in during the summer and voraciously read books during the summer reading program. Just south of the Library was the YMCA where I learned to swim (although it was little more than floating and kicking at the time) when I was eight years old. And south down Union Street from the "Y" was the Victory Cycle Shop. So after I paid my bill at the Tribune I would often drop in Victory Cycle because the store was a hobby extravaganza. It was a bicycle shop that carried more than bikes for large wooden airplanes hung from the ceiling and there were shelves along the wall that were filled with plastic model kits and paint and glue, so it smelled of rubber tires and balsa wood.
I had bought my first model car in 1959 at the drug store across the street from Columbia Grade School where I attended fourth through sixth grade. It was a 1959 Ford convertible. But the greatest variety and the newest kits were at the Victory Cycle Shop. I suspect that the newspaper boys were the shop’s best customers. We had just paid our bill at the Tribune up the street and we had money in our pockets. If it wasn’t the lure of the newest model car or plane, it was replacement parts for our bikes that took part of the week’s profits. I remember the man that ran the store as being especially patient with us kids as we pondered what model car we were going to purchase.
I didn’t spend all that I made because I saved $1.00 per week or more at the savings and loan. I think it was through the encouragement of the newspaper that I had a savings account. The newspaper may have taken it out automatically as part of my bill but it was kept at the nearby savings and loan. I guess it was the beginning of a college fund or something else important. I know it had grown to over $400 when my family was having difficulties and I "loaned" it to my father with his promise of paying me back. He didn’t. It would have taken a long time and much effort to save $400.
That first Christmas, I had money of my own to buy gifts for my family. I bought a bottle of perfume for mom, a play rifle for my brother (I recall it was a replica of the Rifleman with the circle shaped cocking lever. "The Rifleman" was a popular TV Western at the time). I admit I don’t remember the specific gifts for my sister and dad, but I know I bought something for everyone because I was so proud I had money to purchase Christmas gifts.
I hated collecting money each week however. People weren’t home and I would have to come back or they would say they didn’t owe me for the week. I had a book with a page for each customer that had perforated receipt tabs for each week. When they paid me forty cents I would tear out the tab in exchange. Some folks got so far behind that I would simply tear out the tab rather than deal with the fact that they owed me as much as $2.00 Occasionally folks were convinced that they owed more than I would ask for and the considerate ones would pay what they owed. Once in a while I had customers who would protest that they didn’t owe me for previous weeks. I learned that some people would cheat a kid out of 40 cents. Fortunately there were very few. I think it interesting that so few people colored my perception when I doubt that I had trouble with most people. Some of my customers were fun though. I recall a delightful couple who loved to joke with me. The fellow taught me how to bend a nail around my finger and wrap it with gauze so that my finger looked like I had a nail piercing through my bandaged finger. A great April Fools joke!
The newspaper encouraged the carriers to get new customers. Two spring campaigns I got enough new customers that I could take a trip on a charter bus to the Indianapolis 500 Time Trials. I was there at the 2 ½ mile oval "brickyard" when one driver was the first to make it around the track in one minute flat which was the average speed of 150 miles per hour, a record at the time. Another time I got enough points to get an Xacto hobby knife kit with three knives in an hinged wooden box, which I have to this day. I cut my finger many times with those razor sharp blades. Another time I received a packet from the newspaper which included a wallet, tie clasp, cufflinks, mechanical pencil, ball point pen and letter opener with an image of a newspaper carrier on them. I still have the tie clasp and the letter opener.
Part of my money went for Boy Scout equipment because at the time I belonged to Boy Scout Troop 61. Our scoutmaster was George Lee, a local architect. But it was "Mr. Lee" until you earned your tenderfoot badge and then you had his permission to call him "George". Just a block east of the Tribune was a store that sold Boy Scout uniforms and equipment. Included among my purchases that I remember were a pocket knife, salt/pepper shaker, flashlight, canteen, backpack, and neckerchief slides to be carved from balsa wood.
After about a year I got a larger route of more than 100 customers. There was a produce store halfway around the loop where I would buy chunk chocolate. The chunks, as big as my palm, were wrapped in cellophane and piled in a small barrel. They probably had a million calories in them, but I rode my bike so much that there was little danger of gaining weight. It was on this route that I got so very cold one winter night that I was unable to finish my delivery. The road was covered with ice and I slipped trying to get traction on the brick road and fell frequently on my bike. The newspapers would scatter each time and I would have to pick them up and put them back in the bag. I remember that my toes and fingers were numb when I finally got home. I don’t recall ever being as cold again as that night. Some customers called the newspaper office wondering where their papers were. I delivered them the next day however. But it was still cold!
I only recall getting bit by a dog once in the three years that I carried newspapers. It was a German Shepherd that only barked once and then he bit me on the calf as I tried to ride past him. After that I carried rocks in the canvas bag in addition to newspapers.
But of course, what really slowed me down on my daily delivery trip were the girls who lived in the neighborhood and who needed the benefit of my adolescent flirting. What an adventure for ten cents!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saved the best for last!
This morning we headed south to check out Ahihi Preserve. Denise kept encouraging us to find this spot for my snorkeling adventure (more about that later) and yesterday, our neighbor, Don, encouraged us to check out the massive lava flow down the same road. First we explored several tide pools just before entering the reserve. I have always wanted to see a tide pool. The ones we found were full of sea urchins and brightly colored fish, sea cucumbers and I even spotted an eel which really surprised me. There were lots of crabs and snails and beautiful living coral formations. WOW!
Then we headed on down to the preserve which turned out to be in easy walking distance from the tide pools. With admonitions of the beach naturalist in my ears about staying 15 to 20 feet away from the reef, I was overwhelmed to realize the cove was all reef and the only way to get in and out of it was ON THE REEF. The fish were everywhere - big fish, not the little ones in the tide pools. We don't have fish like this in Illinois. The biggest adventure turned out to be getting out of the water since I was poorly equipped and a wave caught me and tossed me against some coral. I have three or four minor cuts but I would do it again.
The lava flow further down the road was immense and unearthly. You can look up on to the slope of Haleakala and see how the lava flowed down the side into the sea. I think that the last eruption of Haleakala was in the late 1700's.
We stopped at Big Beach and I think it is the most beautiful beach I have ever seen in my life with sand as soft and fine as sugar. It is a rich tan color with water the color of turquoise and Molokini lying off shore as an accent shape in the water. It looked just like you think a beach in paradise should look. Incredible.
One would think that this would be enough, but with our time here drawing to a close, we only have food on hand in the condo for one more meal at "Hartleroad's Hide-Away" so we walked down to the Kihei Cafe for their Cheeseburger special. It certainly was - special that is. This is the same place that we bought home made sticky buns topped with Macadamia nuts for breakfast earlier in the week. Oh, My!
I want to also include a word about Easter worship yesterday with the Ala Lani United Methodists. The church actually houses three congregations: English speaking, Korean, and Tongan. They all met together yesterday and the Tongan choir, which filled the front quarter of the church, sang the traditional "Hallelujah Chorus" in Tongan, by memory and without accompaniment. The entire service was very moving but this choir filled the sanctuary with their voices.
It is time to begin thinking about getting packed up to come home. See you all soon. Oh, would someone please turn the temp up in Illinois? We are used to around 80 with a light breeze everyday.
Finally, thank you so much, Steve and Denise. Your island home has been a wonderful gift to us. Your Hawaii friends and neighbors have been wonderful to us as well. And thanks to Mom for encouraging us to come over here and enjoy it.
Then we headed on down to the preserve which turned out to be in easy walking distance from the tide pools. With admonitions of the beach naturalist in my ears about staying 15 to 20 feet away from the reef, I was overwhelmed to realize the cove was all reef and the only way to get in and out of it was ON THE REEF. The fish were everywhere - big fish, not the little ones in the tide pools. We don't have fish like this in Illinois. The biggest adventure turned out to be getting out of the water since I was poorly equipped and a wave caught me and tossed me against some coral. I have three or four minor cuts but I would do it again.
The lava flow further down the road was immense and unearthly. You can look up on to the slope of Haleakala and see how the lava flowed down the side into the sea. I think that the last eruption of Haleakala was in the late 1700's.
We stopped at Big Beach and I think it is the most beautiful beach I have ever seen in my life with sand as soft and fine as sugar. It is a rich tan color with water the color of turquoise and Molokini lying off shore as an accent shape in the water. It looked just like you think a beach in paradise should look. Incredible.
One would think that this would be enough, but with our time here drawing to a close, we only have food on hand in the condo for one more meal at "Hartleroad's Hide-Away" so we walked down to the Kihei Cafe for their Cheeseburger special. It certainly was - special that is. This is the same place that we bought home made sticky buns topped with Macadamia nuts for breakfast earlier in the week. Oh, My!
I want to also include a word about Easter worship yesterday with the Ala Lani United Methodists. The church actually houses three congregations: English speaking, Korean, and Tongan. They all met together yesterday and the Tongan choir, which filled the front quarter of the church, sang the traditional "Hallelujah Chorus" in Tongan, by memory and without accompaniment. The entire service was very moving but this choir filled the sanctuary with their voices.
It is time to begin thinking about getting packed up to come home. See you all soon. Oh, would someone please turn the temp up in Illinois? We are used to around 80 with a light breeze everyday.
Finally, thank you so much, Steve and Denise. Your island home has been a wonderful gift to us. Your Hawaii friends and neighbors have been wonderful to us as well. And thanks to Mom for encouraging us to come over here and enjoy it.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Steve's Sidewalk
There is a new gallery up on John's site tonight called "Steve's Sidewalk". Steve has talked about going for walks along the sidewalk for a long time and when we first arrived here we thought he was nuts. First we walked toward Kihei city center and that was just little shops and a park and, well, town. So then we walked the other way and it was condos and little shops and kept getting further away from the ocean. What was Steve thinking ? Surely anyone would prefer walking along the beautiful beaches.
Then we drove down to Ulua Beach and, low and behold, there was this wide sidewalk that ran between all of the resort hotels and the beaches. It is beautifully landscaped with flowers and trees and it looks out over the shore all along the way. Tonight we walked south along it and John took snapshots of things we saw. We did this especially for Mom so she could see all of the beautiful flowers. Enjoy!
Then we drove down to Ulua Beach and, low and behold, there was this wide sidewalk that ran between all of the resort hotels and the beaches. It is beautifully landscaped with flowers and trees and it looks out over the shore all along the way. Tonight we walked south along it and John took snapshots of things we saw. We did this especially for Mom so she could see all of the beautiful flowers. Enjoy!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Haleakala
After waiting for two weeks to head up to the "crater" on Haleakala, we decided to follow Bob's and Gloria's advice and trust that you drove through the clouds out into the bright sunshine above them. So yesterday after some swimming and sunning at the pool we headed out and up. As predicted, the temperature dropped from 80 degrees at Shores of Maui to 54 degrees at the rim of the valley-crater. We drove through dense fog on the way up the mountain and kept promising ourselves that if it didn't improve in a little bit we would turn around. It did improve and although we didn't see the whole crater by any stretch of the imagination, what we saw was amazing. And as with the Road to Hana - the trip was part of the fun.
On the way back home we stopped and bought a Protea bouquet which I hope to take back to Illinois with us on Tuesday. We saw Protea growing on the mountain side along with a field of Lavender and the most gorgeous trees and vines. We also saw lots of Silversword growing up on top and John got one cooperative chukar to pose in front of a Silversword for a portrait. unfortunately we didn't see any Nene which is too bad because John and I are both big fans of geese.
The moon was full this week and John has been up early two mornings trying to capture the moon as it sets over the ocean to the west. This is not as easy as it might sound since there is such a huge light difference between the moon and the night sky and ocean.
I went snorkeling again this morning for a little while and was brave enough to go out further. Have loved seeing all of the brilliant colored fishes but do not have anything exotic to report. I did see a turtle the other night while John was shooting a sunset photo and I was standing on the beach. I kept seeing this head pop up out of the surf, fairly close to shore. At first I thought it must just be a piece of drift wood or something being tossed around in the surf and then it popped up, looked around, and disappeared when the sea was calm.
I'm not sure which day it was that we went to see the Iao Needle, maybe on Wednesday. The gorges of Hawaii are incredibly beautiful with deeply carved water channels cutting through the cliffs. We could clearly see water channels for waterfalls up on the mountains, but again, no water.
On the way up to the needle we stopped at this little county park next to the nature center. I believe it is called the Maui Heritage Park. There are several distinct areas dedicated to all of the different groups that settled in Hawaii - Polynesians, Japanese, Chinese, Koreans, Portuguese, and New England missionaries and traders. Each group is represented by a small building and garden that represents their cultural contributions. There were several banyan trees, formal Japanese gardens and water features, and the ubiquitous rooster, although this one wasn't wild. Someone had tied him by the leg to keep him near the Portuguese exhibit.
On the way back from the Needle (by the way, we really liked the Iao Needle but the sky was very overcast so there aren't any great images of it) we stopped at the Bailey Museum which was something that I really wanted to do. This is the only remaining building of a girls' boarding school founded by missionaries. It was filled with artifacts of Hawaii previous to contact with the outside world and with the artifacts of the mission years. Here the woman running the gift shop gave me a Plumeria flower to pin in my hair - she gave me the hairpin, too - and the young woman who staffed the ticket table advised me how a married woman should wear it.
On the way back home we stopped and bought a Protea bouquet which I hope to take back to Illinois with us on Tuesday. We saw Protea growing on the mountain side along with a field of Lavender and the most gorgeous trees and vines. We also saw lots of Silversword growing up on top and John got one cooperative chukar to pose in front of a Silversword for a portrait. unfortunately we didn't see any Nene which is too bad because John and I are both big fans of geese.
The moon was full this week and John has been up early two mornings trying to capture the moon as it sets over the ocean to the west. This is not as easy as it might sound since there is such a huge light difference between the moon and the night sky and ocean.
I went snorkeling again this morning for a little while and was brave enough to go out further. Have loved seeing all of the brilliant colored fishes but do not have anything exotic to report. I did see a turtle the other night while John was shooting a sunset photo and I was standing on the beach. I kept seeing this head pop up out of the surf, fairly close to shore. At first I thought it must just be a piece of drift wood or something being tossed around in the surf and then it popped up, looked around, and disappeared when the sea was calm.
I'm not sure which day it was that we went to see the Iao Needle, maybe on Wednesday. The gorges of Hawaii are incredibly beautiful with deeply carved water channels cutting through the cliffs. We could clearly see water channels for waterfalls up on the mountains, but again, no water.
On the way up to the needle we stopped at this little county park next to the nature center. I believe it is called the Maui Heritage Park. There are several distinct areas dedicated to all of the different groups that settled in Hawaii - Polynesians, Japanese, Chinese, Koreans, Portuguese, and New England missionaries and traders. Each group is represented by a small building and garden that represents their cultural contributions. There were several banyan trees, formal Japanese gardens and water features, and the ubiquitous rooster, although this one wasn't wild. Someone had tied him by the leg to keep him near the Portuguese exhibit.
On the way back from the Needle (by the way, we really liked the Iao Needle but the sky was very overcast so there aren't any great images of it) we stopped at the Bailey Museum which was something that I really wanted to do. This is the only remaining building of a girls' boarding school founded by missionaries. It was filled with artifacts of Hawaii previous to contact with the outside world and with the artifacts of the mission years. Here the woman running the gift shop gave me a Plumeria flower to pin in my hair - she gave me the hairpin, too - and the young woman who staffed the ticket table advised me how a married woman should wear it.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Maui Sunsets
Every evening around 5:30 PM we head for the ocean front to catch the sunset. John sets up his camera equipment on a promising site and I check out the tide pools and look for coral fragments. We have had cloudless sunsets and seen the green flash that sometimes occurs as the sun dips below the horizon and we have had cloud draped sunsets that are pretty dark and quick. And then we have had some glorious, glorious sunsets with cloud masses over the west end of the island turning pink and orange.
John has posted a handful of sunset images. Ask if you want to see the other 500 or so.
One guest in a condominium down the way has taken on the duty of blowing a conch shell each night as the sun dips below the horizon. I don't know if this has any real significance in the Hawaiian culture or if it is just some kid with a conch shell. Anyway, it makes us smile. We are having a wonderful time.
John has posted a handful of sunset images. Ask if you want to see the other 500 or so.
One guest in a condominium down the way has taken on the duty of blowing a conch shell each night as the sun dips below the horizon. I don't know if this has any real significance in the Hawaiian culture or if it is just some kid with a conch shell. Anyway, it makes us smile. We are having a wonderful time.
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