When I look back to when I was a little girl my favorite present to ask for was a camera. That is what I usually received. Back then the cameras used film that had to be loaded. Then after using up every shot the film was taken to get processed. The fun part was waiting to see how the photos turned out.
Throughout all these years my excitement with taking photos never waned. Now I have cameras that you load with a little disk that can hold thousands of photos that can be developed-some or all of them at one time. They can be sent away to be developed or printed on the home printer. Now the photos can be adjusted before printed. Years ago you actually received what you photographed. My phone also takes wonderful photos and I use it often.
There are some photos I like just the way I shoot them-in the raw with no adjustments. That way the people looking at them really get to see what I see instead of what I embellish.
No matter what the end result is I still love my cameras and my photos. I will just say I’m a Street Photographer.
After reading a beautiful poem about a grandmother, memories of both my grandmothers flooded my mind.
We called my mother’s mother Nana. We called my father’s mother Grandma Peekie Boo. I was named after both of them. No my name is not Nana Peekie Boo.
It was my first Mother’s Day. My infant daughter was two months old. I was still trying to adjust to motherhood and at the same time my hormones were still trying to get back to normal. I didn’t get a present from my daughter through my husband and that wasn’t a good thing. Tears started streaming down my cheeks in a steady flow that wouldn’t stop.
My Nana in her frail state went to her bedroom and came out with a present for me to ease my pain-a beautiful dress. My Nana’s love and generosity eased the pain and her words of comfort blessed me. I had five months of her loving kindness before she home to heaven.
Grandma Peekie Boo was a master at crocheting. She was so good at it that she could sleep while crocheting and never miss a stitch. Grandma created beautiful masterpieces. She taught me to crochet.
The last time I spent time with Grandma Peekie Boo was when I was taking her to New York to visit her sister when I was sixteen. We traveled by train all night. I’d fallen to sleep when The Lord awakened me. Grandma was trying to get ready for bed by beginning to undress. I was able to stop her.
It was difficult to stay awake and found myself being awakened again. This time she had undressed further. I had to take Grandma to the restroom to get her redressed. That wasn’t an easy task because I had to balance and hold her up and keep the both of us from falling. I struggled to stay awake after that because I was afraid Grandma would completely disrobe the next time.
We made it to New York without further incident. After a day of recuperating I boarded a train back home alone. That was the last time I saw Grandma Peekie Boo before she went to heaven.
I’m thankful to have been named after two great women of God. They left a legacy that I’m proud of and I’m forever grateful.
Rainy days are special days for me as long as thunder and lightning is not involved.
I enjoy the steady stream of rain flowing from heaven cleansing the cares and woes from the earth. My cares and woes also disappear while I’m peering out the window. Maybe it’s my imagination but a refreshing feeling washes over me as I enjoy the voice of the raindrops whispering secrets to me.
Another rainy day adventure for me is to go outside and play in the rain. Frolicking to and fro in the rain as it soaks me from head to toe cleanses me to the depth of my soul. It awakens the child in me.
Aah, it feels so good.
In the moment it’s okay that my soaked clothes are sticking to my skin and my feet squishing in my shoes as I tromp through the puddles of water and mud.
Can’t wait for the next warm rainy day where I can go out and play. Come join me.
Have you ever let the little kid in you come out and play on a rainy day?