I am an old soul. It is a good feeling to know exactly what and who you are and how you determined your own point of view in this world. The initial encounters in my nursing career were always beneficial in understanding myself. After graduating from college and moving on to hospital nursing, it occurred to me I enjoyed one on one time with my patients that were geriatrics the most. I loved hearing an 85 year old’s perspective on life. Getting older can be a joy. This was a good lesson to learn early on.
Pearl Harbor is not like any other museum experience. One must prepare for this excursion. I get up at 0530 in the morning in anticipation of getting free tickets. Driving to Pearl from Waikiki is a half hour and I want to be sure to be there in time to stand in line to get tickets especially for my girlfriend who has never been. Yes. FREE. Tour guides ask for top dollar to take you to this site. Tourism is high up as a way of making a living on the islands. I think the price they ask is a bit high. I was quoted $115/person. I rented a car..
The river water was dirty. To see the bottom would be impossible. The enticing stone’s glistening blue hues was lost after dropping it into the muddy water. Those hues reminded me in some retrospective way to the eloquent characteristics we find in the people we surround ourselves with. They are not the flaws, although they do exist. Rather the parts in the human spirit we long for in someone we know dearly. Some of our friends and family brighten up in ways that individually we can not attain. Maybe this is what attracts each of us to one another.
The water with all its mucky and slimy attributes can cover the bottom’s rich colors of what has been lost such as the brilliant blue stone. The same goes for life itself. We find differing colors in others. It is a good thing to separate the mucky waters from the jewels at times. Such is the life of a story-teller. Even the dirt can show humanity, but underneath this is a real human being. We must sublimely tell the story. Perhaps it is our own to tell, of which the path can be dark, yet slowly we can find our way.
Story tellers and their storytelling is a true art. There are those that do it well. My grandmother was such a person. She took the good out of the bad situation and “forgot” the negative. Is it correct to do so? Good question. It depends. The truth is not always pretty. At times though, if we tell the stories doesn’t it seem better to honor the good in someone than the bad? I am conflicted with this. I then think perhaps my grandmother was onto something. Maybe she was showing just a tiny glimpse by taking out the bad what awaits us in heaven. It is said there will be no more darkness like the murky river water, rather a Light will shine for our path. That is the real story.
Dedicated to those who have died way too young. Go to my genealogy on the home page for topics about interesting story telling.
About two weeks ago, 10 men got together and cleaned our old family cemetery. It is with delight I saw cemetery stones I had never seen before. This blog post is dedicated to all you genealogy buffs out there. Keep on searching and at some point you just might find your gold mine. These people represent a part of me. Seeing these stones and this cemetery being cleaned up was one of the best gifts I could have ever imagined. There are so many folks I could thank for helping me to locate and clean this place up. I send you warm wishes with this blog! If you are interested in more photos you may go to my dedicated facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/DescendantsOfWhitnellJenkins