Friday, November 22, 2013

Duck Invasion

During the two weeks each summer that I was stationed at Nana Summer Camp, an afternoon trip to Woodlawn Cemetery was always in the works. We'd grab the stale bread bag, Grampa and head out on a short drive to the cemetery and pond. Like in this photo, the invading ducks could be quite aggressive, but luckily hiding behind my grandmother's old lady dress was a good refuge. 
My grandfather has been gone an amazing 53 years this past summer. I still remember walking into the living room on Stevens Avenue and seeing my Mom, grandmother and aunts all in tears. Probably, the first bit of information that I ever received in my life that I just couldn't process.
It was my first brush with death. 
I think of that man often.
Mostly, when I see scenes like this.


  1. It is interesting to me and obviously comforting to you to be reminded of a loved one by this pastoral scene.

  2. My memories flash back when I smell pipe tobacco.

  3. Our spirits have special connections sometimes ..

  4. A tribute to him and to you that such a beautiful scene brings him back to you.

  5. A sweet memory of spending time with your grandparents.

  6. The ducks seem to walk formal and elegantly in this image...
    God bless you!

  7. enough to give you a lifelong phobia of ducks