Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O
A memory about water:
Back in the late 50s we were “bumped” in Guam on a flight back to Hawaii and had to wait for available seats for four—my mother, two siblings and me.
We were there for a week during monsoon season without a car, so exploring the island was out of the question. The housing in which we had to stay had a common- kitchen, living-, and dining room.
One evening I left our apartment, accidentally locking the door behind me: the only key was now locked behind closed doors. (Yikes!) Without a car, nor a telephone, nor my Dad to come to the rescue, my mother had to make the decision to go out into the torrential rain to get a key from the housing office.
I was only nine years old at the time and didn’t realize the enormity of our dilemma. Needless to say, my mother, at her wits end for being left on an island without a car with three bored children, was quite incensed—and that’s putting it mildly. She was so angry that she dragged me out by the hand into the ultimate cats-and-dogs of rain storms to get a duplicate key.
Yelling along the way about how we’d have to walk a long distance to get to the bridge that crossed over the canal, my mother, spying a large pipe that crossed the now raging water, stopped dead alongside it. She took off her sandals, told me to sit (literally sit in the thank-goodness-to-betsy, warm rain), and then she proceeded to traverse the slippery pipe in the pouring rain.
It all turned out well. She got a key, and the housing officer drove her back to the apartment. For as long as I live, that memory will be etched in my mind, and it makes me realize how lucky I am to have my mother with me still today.
Daily Gratitude: a very engaging class of creative thinkers; an explosion of purple asters in my garden; spaghetti
Quote of the Day: We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. ~Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732
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