Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Tyler excursion, day 2: Cemetery.


After our hotel breakfast Tuesday, we drove the short distance to the cemetery. This was my main motivation for this trip; we hadn't been here since the graveside service in August. We replaced the faded flowers with these brighter ones. (Of course, we had to have some orange blooms in there!) I was disappointed to see that the "2012" date plate still isn't there; guess I'll be making a call!



It's sobering to think that not even a year ago our foursome was here to see Daddy's grave, and now Mom is buried beside him.


Even though this cemetery is right off a busy Tyler street, it still seems really peaceful. I love that we can always see and hear birds when we visit.

And now for a quick flashback: Not long before we moved to Tyler in 1974, Mom, Daddy and I were in town to get our bearings. We were fascinated by all the pine cones on the ground. We never saw pine trees in the Rio Grande Valley where we lived at the time, so pine cones were foreign to us. Mom was inspired to fill a couple of bags with cones to take home to her kindergarten students and my classmates back in Premont. I can still picture my mom, scavenging for pine cones in the grass near our hotel room.


As we stood at the my parents' graves, I looked up to see this towering pine, overloaded with pine cones! Perfect.



What a blessing it was to have this moment to honor my mom and dad—and to have my sweet husband and kids there to help dry my tears!

Monday, June 10, 2013

Tyler excursion, day 1: State park.

Not long after the last bell rang to start our summer break, we were all itching to get out of town. Combine that with my need to see my parents' gravesite, and we had ourselves a quick trip to my hometown.


Before going into town, though, we spent the day at Tyler State Park, a pretty little recreation area. My parents were not all that outdoorsy, but the few times we pretended to be the camping type, we stayed in the state park's screened shelters. More frequently, my parents brought me here to swim or picnic, often with out-of-town relatives. I can remember laughing with my aunts, uncles and a cousin or two while gathered around one of the wooden tables here. Our church youth group had camp-outs and cook-outs here, and one year, my Girl Scout troop did an overnight stay.

In spite of all my history with this place, it'd been nearly 30 years since my last visit here. It's crazy that in all of our Tyler trips, Brett, Ryan and Katie had never experienced our state park. Better late than never, right?

First stop: a picnic area near this fishing pier.




View of the park store, bath house and swimming area

Love those pine trees!


It was nice to find a table so close to the water. We're no strangers to these on-the-road picnics. In fact, on our typical (much longer) road trips, our tradition is to load down a cooler with sandwich fixin's and have a bunch of snack foods on hand. Apparently I'm out of "road shape" because I forgot the tablecloth. Oops. At least I remembered the Pringles! Pringles have become our go-to staple for picnics since those cans hold up much better than bags of chips.

Dining companion

We decided this would be the perfect setting for a horror film.
Creepy screens, lots of bugs and no doors on the stalls?
Yeah. TERRIFYING.
After chowing down, we began our 2.1-mile hike around the lake. I remember walking this same trail years ago when our Girl Scout troop camped here.



This trail is labeled "easy," and it would be for anyone not as clumsy as I am! Just a few weeks after falling in the school parking lot, I took a nice little spill here. This time, at least, I fell over a wicked tree root and not a tiny pebble. Embarrassing!

This log was loaded with turtles—
until they heard us approach, anyway.
We figure this big guy was too deaf
to hear us or too big to move!


The trees provide a nice canopy for most of the trail. It was a warm day, but in the shade, the heat was bearable. Still, we had this trail mostly to ourselves on this, the warmest day of the season so far. (Near the end of our walk, we were in full-on overheated, sweat-dripping-in-the-eyes, I'm-gonna-die-if-I-can't-find-some-shade mode. but at least we didn't start that way.)


My nature buff LOVES hiking, and he was quick to spot cool natural wonders, like this branch/large vine that ran most of this tall tree's length.


Tarzan yell not included.

Beaver pond



Ryan spotted this teeny-tiny frog.

We're talking TEE-NINY. 



My loves

And another, this time wider shot of my loves
(Brett's smile in this one cracks me up!)

Nice view of the bath house and swimming area

Not sure if he's Zacchaeus or a monkey.

By this point in the hike, I was MELTING.
Brett and Katie were cool enough to enjoy
this little peninsula, but I stuck to the shade.


After our hike we cooled off with some A/C and ice cream from the park store. Then it was swimming time! We had a blast just floating around and skipping Katie's new "wave-runner" ball across the water.

With our picnic, hike and swim complete, we were ready to pack it in. One of the nice things about Tyler State Park is its abundance of tent sites and all those screened shelters, but for our overnight stay, we opted for Comfort Suites! I am my mother's daughter, after all.


Sunday, June 02, 2013

Golden.

Fifty years ago today, my parents were joined in holy matrimony at San Marcos' Calvary Baptist Church. Mom was 19 at the time; Daddy was an "old man" of 20.


Even though as young adults they probably didn't know what they were getting into, they both honored the vows they took that Sunday afternoon. When they said "in sickness and in health," they meant it. "For better or worse"? Meant it. "'Til death do us part"? Yes, indeed.

Daddy died just a few months shy of their 30th wedding anniversary, and Mom missed him profoundly for the rest of her days. She always tried to plan distractions for herself on Sept. 6 (his birthday), April 1 (the anniversary of his death), and June 2, their day. While I tried to support her on those occasions, June 2nd was the one day that I felt I could offer her little comfort.

I hate that we're not throwing my parents a big anniversary party to celebrate, but even so, today isn't as painful as some of the other milestones have been. June 2nd was always their day, and this year, for the first time since 1992, I know my mom is spending her wedding anniversary free from pain and sadness. She is experiencing nothing but joy, pure joy.

My mom and dad kept their promises, and better yet, our Father does, too.

June 2, 1963, was just the beginning of an incredible love story. So on the 50th anniversary of that wonderful day, here's to love, here's to commitment, and here's to Jim and Nancy.

From their wedding album, the big day:

The bride

The groom and his ushers

Mom with her brother (who gave her away)

Think Daddy's a little nervous?

The wedding party. Mom's sister Sherrell was her matron of honor.









And pages/photos commemorating their engagement: 


Mom and Dad with some of their married friends

The engagement announcement

Shower notice

The invitation

A letter from Daddy's Uncle John,
who ended up officiating the ceremony.

Their first home:



The album pages and photos may be yellowing, but my parents' example of marriage will never fade. What a blessing!