I am always
amazed at what brings people together, but even more in awe of what keeps them
together. It’s easy to begin a tradition with the promise of fun, but attending
my 3rd Hay Holler Pick this year really touched my soul and opened
my eyes to what keeps things going for those who truly hold dear what is
important in our short stay on this earth.
When you first
arrive at Mr. Kerry and Ms. Sula’s beautiful country homestead I swear your
blood pressure drops 20 pts. at, not just the beauty of their home, yard,
flowers and garden, but also at the majestic mountains that seem to have been
placed there just for their own personal viewing and protection from the rest
of the world. You won’t hear any noise really, except the occasional car
winding down the road or the gravel from another car pulling up. But as you
draw near the house the distinct sounds of laughter, porch swing chains, pots
and pans from the kitchen, and oh yeah, MUSIC livens up the sleepy mountains.
As I mentioned
this was my 3rd pick to attend (for the record, it was the 34th
annual for them!) and unfortunately my kids didn’t come this time; they were
having their own fun in FL watching Blue Angels fly around. I never felt alone,
however, it’s impossible. Everyone who attends Hay Holler knows everyone and if
they don’t when they get there, there’s a really good chance they will when
they leave. I remembered a lot of faces and I was remembered as “Becky, Susan’s
friend from Alabama”. I wear that title with great pride! There were times I
would walk around and just absorb all the “goings on” around the place; all the
“remember whens” I heard, how many times I heard all the younger cousins say
how much they missed Brice (it was his first miss in 17 years). I asked Harper
Grace, my new 8 yr. old friend to take my camera and just go around taking
pictures. The world needs more fresh eyes I think and more kids need cameras
(Her mom says she has one J).
She really captured the personality of the pick (see my Facebook page if you
haven’t already). Walking around I soaked in the incredible music; the
mandolin, fiddle, bass, guitars, banjos and everything else you can
imagine. I listened to the guys
harmonize the most beautiful (and funny) songs and have the time of their lives
with it! Even as the thunder and lightning rolled in, they played…. As night
fell, they played. And the kids caught a thousand fireflies.
I watched as
my soul was truly at peace being surrounded by the kindest souls I have met. I
wish everyone could stop and realize this is what life is really about. It’s
about amazingly great bar-b-q, sweet music, friends who offer a place for you
to lay your head at night the next time you’re in town. Life is about taking
random pictures with your camera and your heart. It’s about making new friends
and reacquainting yourself with old ones. It’s about sitting in a porch swing
with someone you don’t know and a couple of hours later, knowing you could
trust them with your secrets. Life is about learning a new tail-gating game (in
the rain) and being really bad at it but laughing your way through it. It’s
about “Let me freshen your beverage”, “Can I get you anything?”, “What can I do
to help?”, “How’s your crew doing?” and “Look! I caught a thousand fireflies!”
So to Susan,
my soul sister and her entire family, sisters, brother, nieces, Mr. Kerry and
Ms. Sula… thank you for sharing the weekend with me and with sooo many others.
I don’t think you realize how much it means. To all of those there, it was an
honor to spend time with you… I have pictures with which to blackmail you now,
ha! My love to all of you. To those of you who read this, my prayer for you is
that you truly take time to slow down with folks you know and don’t know but
want to, sit on the swing, talk a bit, listen to some music, look around you…
and maybe catch some fireflies.
Becky
Wilkenson
**If you aren't on FB and want to see the pix, here is the link
**If you aren't on FB and want to see the pix, here is the link
July 16, 2012
Oh. My. Goodness. !!! Love, love, love, how you captured this wonderful family tradition of mine. "Soul Sister" obviously doesn't even begin to explain me and you... not sure any word(s) can. :-) Thank you for writing so beautifully. xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful post! Really captures what the Pick In is all about...thanks for the read!!
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