In spite of the regularity of placing my
daily blog title and address on FaceBook, I rarely post much of anything
else. Oh, there is the occasional
comment on a friend’s photo, and I do “like” things every now and then. But yesterday Chris had a great idea in the
wake of the horrifying recall of all Blue Bell ice cream products.
Back when we used to live in Colorado, our
vacation trips amounted to “over the mountains and through the pass to
grandparents house we go” visits. At the
time Blue Bell ice cream was just not available in those Northern reaches of
the world, so we would often stop at the first available gas station, not just
to fill up the car, but also to get a few pints of Blue Bell. Chris’ parents would literally fill up their
freezer with different flavors of Blue Bell in anticipation of our visit. That was their unique way of spoiling our
children. Blue Bell for dessert after
every meal. Blue Bell for an evening
snack while watching TV. Blue Bell for
breakfast. One more bowl of Blue Bell
before we hit the road. It was difficult
for us as parents to regulate the input of that much … OK, who am I
kidding? We had our own bowl right along
with them.
On one such trip the boys decided to create
the perfect photo op for their picture-loving Mom. They filled the table with cartons of Blue
Bell, grabbed a bowl full and a spoon, and dug in. That was the photo Chris remembered
yesterday. It took me a while, but I
finally found it in our archives and posted it, along with a sigh. And the response has been overwhelming. This morning the photo has 94 “likes” and 17
comments. I reconnected with my old high
school counselor and friend (he was a groomsman in our wedding). There were people from our time in Colorado,
Houston, Mansfield, and Galveston. Family. Old friends.
People I have no idea who they are (That has to be a terrible sentence
grammatically). All in all it has been
really fun to reminisce. Maybe I can
find some more old pictures and see who comes forth to identify
themselves.
Job
36:24-26 says, “Remember to extol
his work, which men have praised in song. All mankind has seen it; men gaze on it from
afar. How great is God — beyond our
understanding! The number of his years
is past finding out.”
Father, thank you for connections with
family and friends, even if it is over “sad” occasions. Amen.
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