Postcard from Up North
Feb 03, 2012
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There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with. ~Harry Crews
(Bay Street drinking fountain from a natural spring in Harbor Springs, still bubbling despite the chill.)
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Last year when attending my 60th high school reunion we all went to Mass at the church that was across the street from where my father had his grocery store, and our home (in La Crosse, Wisconsin). The service was very nostalgic in many ways. One unexpected treat was standing at the top of the exterior church concrete steps and looking over at what used to be my fathers store and noticing a “bubbler” (water fountain that in my home town runs continuously). It was on church property at the corner, my dad’s old store was “kitty corner”. Well it is hard to relate what that meant, cast iron painted green and running for at least 80 years now, I can attest to 78 of those years. So I went over and had a drink! Still had the somewhat odd but very fresh taste it had always had.
What a memory Jerry, to drink from your past like that. I feel something like that whenever I drink from our fresh springwater fountains in Harbor Springs. Thanks for sharing.
The ice and snow are such a peaceful contrast to our Napa Valley riot of pinks and yellows – quince and mustard flowers.
Beautiful Napa! How I miss it and you!
…” I would meet you now
and I would wish this scar
to have been given with
all the love
that never occured between us.”
The time around scars, Michael Ondaatje
Beauty.
Love the definition of a scar. I have many, and the fact that they are still visable physically, is a beautiful reminder that we have the inner strength to get through anything.
So true Lisa, thank you–they are beautiful in that way.