Marlene Terry |
We planned
it for months, the get-together that included me, my daughters, one adopted
daughter, as in we all claim her as ours, and two granddaughters.
Traveling
from our homes scattered throughout the Northwest, we finally met up in two
carloads at Tremonton, Utah,
and proceeded on together to Salt Lake
City — our destination.
Not a scary or sinister event at all, that last one included a "cackling contest" with two of my girls participating.
They were
BOTH great in their attempts. So great in fact, that at the end I rated them
No. 1 and No. 2 of the entire bunch. ... But trust me. I'm never, ever going to say which one I
thought took the top spot.
It was also
refreshing to watch as hundreds of other, dressed to the nines, "mom witches"
along with their daughters, granddaughters and even a few generational groups
with great-grandbaby witches in tow, arrived happy and anxious just to enjoy some time
together. ... All of them behaving in uncharacteristic ways ... for witches, that is.
Take the expressions of love, for instance. It seemed imperative to the older of the groups, that the younger bunch not only have fun, but were praised, watched over, and received enough hugs to
make them feel warm and happy. And that gesture was given back in kind.
... Come to think of it , that's pretty much what was happening to us too!
... Come to think of it , that's pretty much what was happening to us too!
Yep. There's no doubt about it. The sights and sounds of this past weekend will be a favorite
memory for all of us, and a reason that down the road aways, we're going
to feel the need to do it again!
You know, experience another one of those times ... when you finally give in and loosen the ties you have to the world, let go of pride, forget petty differences, look deeply into the
eyes of those you've loved for a lifetime ... and remember why.
♦ Hope
you'll let me share YOUR stories and photos here at my residence "In a
Nutshell." Email me at nutshellstories@gmail.com.
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