Here is the power of place. This group of cousins, perched on the rock by the sea, gathered in the early 1950s. That's my mother third from the left in the back row, with Tigerhawk and Charlottesvillian's father second from the right. More than 55 years later (with one last cousin added and one passed on), these families returned with children and grandchildren in tow. There were too many of us for a group portrait, but there was an effort to take a 1st cousins shot (with some 2nds and 3rds and assorted friends and relations in there, too).
Inclusion and belonging, down through the years at Windrock: Gran's greatest gifts.
Tim,
My own extended family on my side is quite dysfunctional. I very much envy you the affection, closeness and devotion you have to your own.
Please continue the Windrock posts. In the words of a famous black preacher, they "keep hope alive."
P.S. And keep at 'em with that conservation restriction. It'll work one of these days.
Posted by: Terry Cowgill | July 13, 2008 at 08:49 PM