Saturday, October 26, 2013

Birmingham, the 16th St Baptist Church


We have been fortunate to visit a few areas in our country where historical events occurred that changed the world.  The places that fit that description that we have visited are:

·         The trail from Concord to Lexington where our Revolutionary War began and the event  is often referred to as, “where the first shot was heard throughout the world.”

·         Yorktown where Washington cornered the British troops leading to their surrender ending the War.

·         Ft Sumter where the shelling began our Civil War.

·          Gettysburg, where the horrendous loss of life was perhaps the tipping point leading to the end of the South’s insurrection.

·         Pearl Harbor, the start of World War II.

·        Ground Zero New York City where the debris was being removed after the destruction of the Trade Towers.

Today, we visited another place where events changed the history of our nation.  We visited the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama. 

Same window that is in my home church in Lacrosse, WA,  Selbu Lutheran
 

Many areas of the country were facing internal turmoil during the 1960’s.  The center of the racial turmoil was Birmingham.   The 16th St. Baptist Church served as headquarters for the civil rights mass meetings and rallies, efforts dedicated to breaking the bonds of segregation (Jim Crow laws)  in Birmingham.  Marches and demonstrations were common, often resulting in retaliation and brutality.  I remember seeing on TV and pictures in Life Magazine of the fire hoses turned on marchers, and police dogs turned on defenseless demonstrators.  National and international pressure fell upon the leaders of Birmingham.


 
 

 In 1963, though 40% of Birmingham was African American, not one policeman, fire fighter, or city leader was of African American decent.  But the domestic and international pressure only worsened the danger in Birmingham.  Several bombings occurred, all directed toward the African American community.  On September 15, 1963, three Ku Klux men placed a bomb under the church’s stairwell during Sunday school.  The bomb injured many but killed 4 girls, ages 10 – 14, all which happened to be in the room closest to the bomb.  They were in that room putting on their choir robes just prior to the church service.

The location of the bomb and a memorial to the 4 young girls.

A memorial to the 4 girls in a park across the street from the church.
 

The act so sickened many of us (including me at 16 years old at the time) that the issue of race relation and segregation took on new meaning and perspective.

The Church does not glorify or exploit the event. Nothing was for sale and there was no charge for admission.  The overwhelming message throughout the church was, “we are here to serve Christ and you.” 

It was a very deep and personal 90 minute visit to the 16th St Baptist Church.  Again, the anger and wickedness of humankind was on display.  No reason to market it.  Anger and wickedness needs no marketing.  Their actions are so stark, brutal, and thankfully, unproductive.

The new home in Atlanta

Since our last visit in 2011, Ben and Penny had sold their previous home and moved to a new home in the Brookhaven area of Atlanta, near Penny's newest store.  We arrived Wednesday afternoon and nestled into their new home.  Thursday a.m. Ben and Penny went off to work and left Barb and me carless (our choice) because Starbucks was just a .4 mile walk, Penny's store was just another .75 mile walk, and MARTA (rapid transit) was just another .5 mile walk, all which I was able to do quite handily.  We took MARTA to the airport to pick up the rental car for the next chapter in our trip.  A fun day and I even surprised myself in my ability to walk and explore.  There are changes in my body for which I am most happy...

Pictures of B and P's home forthcoming...

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Ben and Penny, October 2013



Other than our home, Lake Oconee, GA may be our favorite place.  It certainly is our favorite place to visit.  Barb and I flew out early Friday morning and were walking on the docks by 8 p.m.  It may be their lovely setting. It may be their wonderful neighbors Kenny and Maxine.  But I think more, it be the quality time that we have with Ben and Penny.  The home and lake are so visit friendly.   Ben and Penny work to make it so.
Canoeing is our favorite activity on the water.

The dock with sitting area, boat and 2 wave runners.


There is always work.  Repair the flag pole.

Clean up yard debris.

But there is much more fun.  Ben
We eat well.  B and P's new salmon recipe..
Penny and Barb with neighbor Maxine, and her gkids Noelle and Ruth
Penny on wave runner.

A trip to the Ritz Carleton for lunch.  Ben, Penny, their friends, and Barb.


 


One last run before he puts the boat away for the winter.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

More pictures from Skagit

Nelda, Carol and Barb

Playing cards while spouses are in the river.

Terry

Gordon

Break time.  Watching fisherman and reading Kindle.

The group:  Norm, Barb, Terry, Nelda, Scott, Shelley, Gordon, Carol
                                                                                FUN

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Skagit II

One of the many marvels of creation is the annual running of salmon up our many rivers on the west coast.  The pinks, sometimes called humpies, run every other year.  Terry and Nelda again reserved a RV spot for us right on the Skagit River in Rockport.  The carefully maintained campground is one of our favorites and the site that the Ryan's reserved for us was just 30 yards from the river.  Gordon and Carol joined us along with Terry and Nelda's daughter and son in law, Shelly and Scott.  Fun times.  I think Terry landed over 40 fish in our four days there (catch and release).  I caught considerably fewer fish.  Gordon?  He outfished me again.
The Skagit at Rockport

Fish on


Standing in the current on the rocks aggravates the ankles.  I take lots of breaks by the RV.

The buds.  One of my few chances at glory.

Gordon

Terry, the master fisherman. 


Shelley
 
                                                                                FUN

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Vashon

Getting away to the islands is not a big trip for us in the Puget Sound area.  Vashon Island is just a 20 minute ferry ride from Tacoma.  But it is a world away.  Rural.  No congestion on freeways.  Historic.  And, on the south side of the island, you have incredible views of Tacoma and Mt Rainier.  Kris and Bruce's family have a fantastic home there.  Again, we were privileged to spend some quality time there with some dear friends.  Wonderful hospitality.  Great food.  Fun stories.  Shared appreciation of our Faith, the thankfulness of  abundant blessings, the deeply shared commitment to our children and our involved role as grandparents.  Panorama.  Creation, God made and human made, unfolding before us.  And a opportunity to relax which is always easy with Kris and Bruce.  Fun and fulfilling.

Their deck.  Note Mt. Rainier in the background.  Brown's Point Tacoma the land across the water.

Happy friends.

Incredible evening.
Life is full of blessings.  Often the blessings are people, and the shared experience with them.

Blessings

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Labor of Love

I remember the old days when Mom's kids and kids-in law, including grandkids, would gather with brushes, ladders, and paint buckets to paint the house.  You painted often in those days.  The paint lasted 5 - 6 years.  Also, it was all manual labor.  No mechanization.  It was hard work.  It still is.

Testing out the equipment.  Refining the spray pattern.

One of my sisters in law called those work sessions a "labor of love".  Sometimes it still is.  It was with us this weekend.  Nathan gave me a coupon at Christmas.  "Let's paint the house, Dad."

Painting is in his genes.  I had a painting business for 14 years, summers when I was teaching.  When I became a principal I no longer could paint in the summers but I bid several jobs (and so did the kids) and Ben, Kari, and Nathan all painted many of their high school and college summers.  I owned the equipment.  They did the labor.  They still are.  Our home was due a new coat of paint. It had been 15 years since the last painting.   I now rent the equipment.

Start on an easy side to get back into a routine.

Kids do the house numbers.

Cailyn, who also painted through college (note her painter bibs) jumps in.  Notice the legs on left.  I am sitting, observing and admiring.

Wants to climb.

The long side, everyone joins in.

A good spot to practice.

Me too.

The artiste.

Put on some serious paint.

And some fun paint.



Jane really wanted to paint so we gave her some doable projects.  She did very well.

Then, as I was cleaning out the airless sprayer, she created some water art in the backyard.  Photo by Nathan.
A productive weekend (Saturday and Sunday afternoon).  Barb is not in the photos.  She took all but the last picture, fixed the meals, rode herd over the gkids, and painted.

Labor of love.