Weekly Photo Challenge – Community
The Community of Family
The Community of Work
The Community of Faith
The Community of Theatre
Upper Left – Nunsense (one of my favorite shows) – this is the first show Daughter did outside of school and the first show we appeared in together. I was Reverend Mother (one of my favorite roles) – that’s me back row center in the glasses. Daughter was the youngest nun, Sister Mary Leo (down front). She was featured in an article in the newspaper and we couldn’t have been more proud of her.
Upper Right – me as the White Queen
Bottom Center – another one of my favorite shows, A Christmas Carol. I don’t care how many times I do it (and it’s been a lot) I never get tired of it. This time I was both in the show and music director (that’s me at the piano in our pre-show caroling). Daughter is the beautiful blonde in the first row, 3rd from the right.
The Community of Friends
Our move to Ticonderoga was stressful for all of us. Used to being surrounded by friends of many years and family within easy driving distance, it was strange to be away from all that. And it was cold. We weren’t used to that either. These wonderful people took us under their wing and turned a stressful experience into a delightful one. Mrs. V was a transplant from South Carolina so she understood about culture shock. Their children were my best friends. They were our family away from family. Though the kids and I lost touch (if you see this, say hi!), Mom and Mrs. V corresponded for many years after we left New York.
Their children taught me how to make a snowman (that’s me on the right – the short one).
Their son was in my class in school. (that’s him climbing John Brown’s statue). He defended me when the kids made fun of my Southern accent my first day of school there. I will always be grateful to him for that. Coming from a place where I had been known and loved since birth, I was ill-prepared to deal with tough New York kids. He made it easier. That’s his sister (also in the snowman pic) and bundled in the depths of her winter coat is my mother, who learned to brave the cold but never really got used to it.
And the thread that runs through them all is love.
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