Blue sunglasses and so many other things

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Memoir

1985 was my summer of the blue sunglasses, which meant of course I wore them down to The Cumberland Mountain State Park for my grandparents week-long 50th wedding anniversary celebration/family reunion. I loved those sunglasses. To me they said sophisticated with a splash of funk, exactly what I was aiming for. I wore them everywhere sunglasses were remotely called for.

Living close to nature for the week worked well for sunglass wearing, given the outside focus. In addition to the trails and the trees, there was a lake and there were canoes, so one day we put together a canoe plan, divvying ourselves up and parceling the young, non-paddlers out amongst us. My 5-year-old cousin, Andy, was in mine.

We paddle around for a while, taking a pause in the middle of the lake where he takes notice of my glasses and asks if he can try them on. Of course he can! I hand them over and watch him carefully hook them over his ears, tilting up his tiny face to keep them on.

He looks at at me with the “how do I look” look. Adorable. Then he starts looking around with his new, blue-sunglassed view of the world. He’s systematic, looking straight ahead, up, over to one side, over to the other, then swivels around for a look behind. There’s only one direction left.

Edging to the side of the canoe, he peers over. In an instant the glasses drop off his innocent face and disappear through the surface of the water, passing through so fast time stops. He turns to me with a wide-eyed look of simultaneous shock and terrible comprehension: the astonishment of gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

 

YouTube rough reading of Blue sunglasses 
Blue sunglasses

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Photo — me and Zoe, my 4.5 year-old granddaughter.

Note
The stories in this blog are excerpts from my memoir, The Organization Project. While they are true to me and reflect how I see, I acknowledge there are multiple truths, including my own which change over time, even as the events themselves remain the same. What I make of an event 5 years out may not be what I make of it 10 years out.

2 thoughts on “Blue sunglasses and so many other things”

  1. Jane Kaufman says:

    What a beautifully written memoir about that big family reunion from so many years ago! I think we all look back so fondly to that amazing week in the mountains engineered by Mama and Daddy (Grangran & Grandaddy). I look back at both Tennessee family reunions (50th and 60th anniversary) with a big smile and lots of love!

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  2. Thank you, Jane! That was an amazing week as was the one 10 years later. They are precious memories. It’s so fun to hear from you. I wondered if you/yours would see this. 🙂

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