What a blistering week we’ve had!
I’ve read the complaining posts on several sites over the last few weeks about the Confederate statues and flag and I have to admit, I had to search for my own personal opinion.
Not that it matters, except that I really don’t like apathy and lately, it seems I have subscribed to it. So, as I delve closer to the retirement path, I’ve done some reading… from books…. real books. I visited a library and found several books with hard backs, comfy paper and black typed words. I can do that now.
Admittedly, I’ve skimmed them, picking and choosing my paragraphs (at least I’m honest about it) and here’s what I’ve concluded about myself.
I love statues for their art.
I am intrigued at the story of others lives.
Artists and those laborers who assisted, poured their heart, blood, sweat and muscle into the very core of those projects. They are mostly beautiful to behold and intricate in detail. Every mouth, hoof and eye are painstakingly designed and formed. Every pedestal is planned, chiseled and completed to meet the display need.
In full disclosure, I am a 4th generation, direct descendant of a Confederate officer.
I am in agreement that if the offensive statues and monuments were placed there in hate… they should be removed in love. Peacefully, with a purpose, in order to teach the promise of love. Rather than destroy beautiful pieces of art, plan their appropriate removal. House them properly and use them to teach our future generations.
Those that were placed in the early years after the war, honoring the services of those who did what their hearts deemed right, are heartwarming tributes to a difficult time for everyone. The marble monument stands to remind me that my relative was brave enough to stand for his belief when the call to action was sounded. I didn’t know him, and didn’t know his opinions. What I know is that he and the others in the small community felt compelled to serve. He wasn’t apathetic and as far as I can tell, not wealthy or of a particularly high rank in his community until his valor and service deemed him suitable for advancement.
Similar instances have occurred throughout our lives.
Vietnam war memorials have been erected and are enjoyed by millions, prompting patriotism and honor for lost family members and community acquaintances. One day, someone will declare them a tragedy because of the atrocities that occurred and destroy the beautiful tributes to a difficult time.
Each war is strenuous for its citizens. No war should be forgotten, regardless of the unfavorable sufferings and sorrow of its’ citizens. I would hope my great-grandchildren could have a peaceful way to learn and observe what can happen when the country must exude force.
This part of transitioning to retirement is an important surprise to me. I have found so much more news and not all of it is hate-filled. But to find the great stories on heroes and everyday good… once must look beyond the obvious outlets. While the streets are crowded with protesters, demonstrators (both loud and peaceful) and the skylight above is dimming from the nearing eclipse, I can only hope and pray that someone, somewhere will see the true value in the art… and use it wisely.
I wonder about your opinion.
She arrived on the first day of school… and was still in the driveway when I came home from work.
A day or two later, she’s still in the car port. We realized she couldn’t walk very far because her pads had slipped. Someone told me that their pads slip when they are chasing a vehicle down the black top road (probably trying to keep up with her owner).
Someone brought this lovely creature and left her in the Texas August heat, without water or food… to fend for herself.
Now, let me tell you that I am/was not a “dog” person per se. I’ve had cats for over twenty years and only twice in my life did I own a dog… jointly, with siblings. So, keeping a dog- especially, a HUGE dog was not in the plan.
We advertised, posted her on Facebook, told everyone we knew that we had a beautiful, white, house trained dog living with us that needed a home. We had her spayed, groomed, everything we could to make her appealing to a new home.
She’s still here.
And her name is Trixie Honeysuckle. She has three pillows and rotates between them throughout the day. Did I mention she is Large? She weighs 72 pounds and the vet mentioned that her ideal weight is 80. She walks on a leash, sits for treats, LOVES to ride in the truck… and she’s ours. She knows where her home is and can make her way back without us.
So, a large white dog in a 2100 sq. ft. home, with no fenced yard, means we sweep, dust and vacuum daily. We bought a Ferminator… God’s gift to dog owners… and we brush, bathe, pet, cuddle and walk our baby on schedule. It’s a good thing the hubs is retired! We’ve made friends with the vet, vet-tech and the spa keeper.
We’ve met neighbors we hadn’t become acquainted with previously, because they have dogs! We buy silly toys we haven’t had in the house since the grandchildren were babies. We always have cheese cubes available, now. They are the “gold” treat.
Today, exactly 7 months since she came to us… I redecorated the living room. No longer will you see olive sofa’s with long white dog hair clinging to the sides… or her long white offerings laying on the dark coffee table. I found the perfect decor to match the perfect dog — shabby chic.
So, don’t come looking for her now, she belongs in this home… our shabby chic dog, in our shabby chic home!