The Wash

Along the road we passed a house. The woman was out at the clothes line getting the jeans off the line. They were blowing in the wind still though stiff and dry. From a distance the glimpse of her I had she looked happy. Something about her body language.
By the house, watching a 2 year old in his daddy's arms. His arm around his dad's neck in a seeming gesture of affection not a holding on. They seemed as well to be enjoying the moment.
And then we had moved on. What are their stories? Oh I know you will say there are many stories we could have of friends and family that we don't ask. But what are the stories of those who pass us by so quickly.
A few weeks ago at a gas station I'd gone in for a coke and there were two men who were my age and looked like they had stories they could tell. I don't know who they were or what they did but they were unique in their look and manner.
Do some folks just want to tell you their story? Are we trying hard enough to get the stories of the 'treasures' who are around us. What they remember should be shared. What a gift that would be.
What do you remember about... the war (any war will do) your family, your pets, your schoolwork, share it ...pass it on...

Now that family will not be in that Norman Rockwell pose again. There will be no pictures on the internet or magazine covers. But there was a reason to celebrate their being there in that moment in time and being allowed that glimpse into life.

God abidees
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2007