Thursday, July 7, 2011
We visited my parents on the fourth and they shared an apple pie a nice friend had given them. They were both decked out in red, white, and blue and the pie was served on red plastic plates. Topped off with a bit of ice cream, it was absolutely delicious. Both of them looked to feel so much better than they had when they were so sick in the recent months and it was nice to chat and share the day, and the pie.
My dad served in the Korean Conflict, way before I was born, and on his wall above his desk is shadow box of all the many medals he won for bravery and valor. One is the French version of the USA Medal of Honor, the Le Croix de Gare, and for what particular thing he did to earn it, I am not even sure. I should ask before it’s too late, and the story is gone. There are many others in the box as well, each one represents a story and they too should be told and recounted. My brother will most likely inherit these baubles, as Napoleon used to call them, and his son after him. These medals are symbols of courage and character, and those traits should stay in the front of our minds, because they so well represent my dad, and all of the other brave men and women who have fought for us so that on this holiday weekend I can sit by my pool with a cool beverage and not worry about invading armies coming down the driveway. Neighbors are a different matter..
For a strange and unexplained reason, when I walk down the stairs to get into the water, the dogs do not even raise their eye lids, as they lay under the various chairs and benches on the deck. When Mark goes to jump in, however, things change dramatically. Suddenly they are up, barking, and studying his every move so they can follow him to the jump in point, then go totally bonkers when he jumps, and intently circle the pool after his head pops up out of “water bowl”. Heidi, the Nazi Shepherd, has fallen in once and takes care now not to lean too far over lest it happen again. Marely, the Yorkie Monster trots around, also barking and nipping at the other dogs with her scissor cut shaggy coat bouncing like she is wearing flannel pajamas. Jack, too, equals this performance and then, its over and they go lay down again. We have tried Dog Whispering to no avail. When it gets too obnoxious a face splash of water seems to quicken the quieting part. Memphis, the Lab, just smiles and seems to think their behavior stupid, and just lays and pants.
Friday night, will be our one year anniversary at the Dauber Gallery, our project begun last year to see what would happen, if more than just a few folks actually got to see Mark’s incredible photography. It has been a quite varied and interesting journey so far, primarily because of the people who have graced our doors, who have told stories, who have taken the time to see and study the work, and have been moved enough to take it home or to their offices. Mark now has works hanging literally all over the world. It is pretty hard to pick my favorite of his because he somehow keeps making even more incredible ones.