Chandler " Chipper Jones" Brewer plays a little street ball on Saturday.
Walking in the Rain
A sudden rain shower escorted us along the river front in Beaufort last Sunday afternoon...I took off my shoes to keep from slipping... the pavement was warm, the rain was cool... the moment was beautiful.
Oh, The Agony
Baby Hailey sleeps in PaPa's arms during a very long day of visiting with family, last Saturday.
Hailey Elizabeth
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Jenga
Carnes Family Reunion
On Friday morning, I received a notice about our annual Carnes Family Reunion in Franklin, NC to be held on Saturday. I had forgotten completely, but made some hasty plans, threw half our wardrobes into suitcases, figuring proper attire could be fleshed out later, and headed for the hills.
We spent Friday night in Greenville at my parents, then followed them up Saturday morning for the gathering. This was my first time making the trek behind the wheel. I've always been a passenger all the years before. It was like a rite of passage for me, though they tell me next year is the real bat mitzvah. There is a more mountainous route- notorious for its hairpin turns and steep cliffs- The Highlands- which really puts one to the test. I can hardly wait.
Time with family was wonderful- more wonderful than ever, really. This weekend was one of those rare times when I wished I was older. I wished I had the benefit of attending more of the past reunions, hearing all the stories I am just now discovering, and really just knowing all about these beautiful people I call my own.
I've been postponing putting the photos up, because as with most things that are emotionally involved for me, I feel as if I have a mountain of words and don't know how to scale them. Now that I've begun to try, I realize that I will have to break the journey up into smaller steps over time.
All that matters now is sharing the photos I was able to snap with those of you who visit here or get email from me.
Talking about how I wanted to stay forever and ever, wishing we all lived in a Kennedy-like compound together, and words like bittersweet belong on another post, in another blog (ie; Faltering Life).
Until then...
I just love my family.
Boom-De-Ah-Da
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Swing Low
Icarus
Father Abraham
Project Leviathan
Not only was she the featured artist, she had some of her paintings on display with the other artists. The theme of the night was brokenness and the futility of self repair.
All of the artist, including Jamela, are members of what they've dubbed the Leviathan Project. After Jamela played, the artists each took some time to describe and give some background and/or Scriptural refrence to their work.
The Leviathan Project is still very much in its grassroots stages, but at the heart of the group is healing through art (art therapy) and the worship of Jesus Christ.
These kids have talent and stories to tell. They're going to do much more yet, and I'm glad to be along for the ride.
Jeoffry, owner of The Silver Chair, in Greer, SC ( where Jamela works) has opened the shop's garage as a free space for artist to get creative and occasionally invite their friends over to play.
It was dark and I had a time getting the camera adjusted- unfortunately these photos don't do justice to the real pieces of art that were displayed, but at least you can get a rough idea.
click here for: Leviathan Project's Expo Slideshow
Persuasion
This is my second cousin, Ryan.
(here in the South, we like to keep dibs on how far you are removed, cause once you hit Fifth, we can marry ya)
Ryan is flexible- see?
But Ryan is flexible in another way- he can be persuaded to change his point of view. I watched this scene unfold over the weekend ( I even got a small speaking role in the the first act). It was funny in a way, but sad in another.
Scene 1: Franklin Motel, In front of hotel rooms 114 & 115
Enter Ryan, addressing his cousin Jamela, who is at this moment, enjoying a smoke break.
Ryan: Jamela, you aren't supposed to smoke!
Jamela: Yes, I know, but I need to smoke right now.
Ryan: But you could get cancer, and die- those things can make you sick
Jamela: I know, but...
Ryan: Jamela, you're my family and I don't want you to die.
Jamela: Well, I know, but...
Ryan: Jamela, you are my......what are you to me?
Jamela, I am your...what am I to you?
ME: You are cousins
Ryan: Yeah, we're cousins and I care about you. DO NOT INHALE THAT SMOKE!
Jamela: ~blows a puff of smoke into the air~ " Ok, I exhaled it"
~takes another drag
Ryan: Jamela, you just inhaled it!
(a version of this dialogue continues another few minutes, until other big people get into the game and start picking on poor Ryan about sector 7 and smoker's rights. Ryan disappears.
Sometime, in the night, Ryan got a little talking to about people making their own choices and how we don't have to agree but we should respect them.
Scene 2- The Next Morning, same hotel, same rooms
Enter Tyler, Ryan's older brother and Ryan
They spy Jamela having yet another cigarette on the lawn across from their room.
Tyler: "Smoking is bad for you, Jamela"
Ryan: indicating Tyler needs to hush up cried in his brother's face, with his fist clinched in the air, "Tyler, people smoke!"
The Reason
All three of my children do this readily and as often as they see a Marine
(we live near Parris Island) or camouflage (We aren't far from Hunter AAB, either.) In fact, they love to find folks to thank so much that they often get over zealous, thanking anyone dressed remotely military in style, like security guards and that one teen in the mall last week, wearing an over sized camo print jacket)
While we were in NC this weekend, the National Guard showed up about the same time we did for a little something to eat from Shoney's breakfast bar. After sufficient thanks had been given (to the guardsmen for their service and to God for the food) everyone set to the task at hand, which of course is to try and empty those food bins as fast as they can fill them.
As we neared the end of our meal, a guardsman came up to Fisher and said:
"Young man, I first of all just want to say, 'You're Welcome' and also, you and your family here - the folks eating here- you all are the reason we do this, why we do what we do for the country"
He received another round of thanks for that sentiment before walking away briskly. I'm not sure if the glisten in his eyes was the fault of the rain or emotion , but I know that our table couldn't have been more awed nor more proud of the National Guardsmen that surrounded us at that moment.
Grape fashion
We went to Marshalls as the stylish yet thrifty are wont to do and picked a few play clothes / daily wear pieces, as LoLeece is long overdue for some properly fitting clothes.
As I perused the pedal pushers and matching tees, she found a purple dress, a Hannah Montanna number-hidden on a rack. It was the only one in the store. It just happened to be her size. My reflex reaction would be to object immediately-- not only did she not need a dress, ( I had just bought a few dressy outfits a few weeks earlier) it really didn't seem like a church dress-- I couldn't imagine many opportunities to don this grape-a-licious drape. But she loved it, it was written all over her expression and the way she held the dress up to her.
Many years ago, -many, many years... I had a purple dress too. It was gauzy and tiered, purple and bedecked in butterflies. It was my favorite dress of all. I remember the sad day it ripped and waiting anxiously to see if it could be repaired :(
So, feeling nostaligic, I relinquished control a little and let her get the dress. (We already have very different opinions about style, fashion and acceptable wardrobe)
She thanked me profusely for letting her pick her own clothes (and would continue to do so intermittently throughout the night) then happily proceeded to pick a silver sequined bag and matching silver, spangly sandals to complete her ensemble.
Fast forward to about 7:30 Sunday morning:
I roll over to see who has dared to enter my sleeping chamber and wake me from my slumber at this early hour.
"Aren't we going to church this morning?!"
It was my purple clad Logan, dressed to the nines and ready to roll...
*BONUS- Poem about wearing purple when we're old ladies- and my excuse for living a little in the here and now.
July 4th
We celebrated the Fourth at Shelter Cove Marina's Harbour Fest. We took in both of Shannon Tanner's shows and watched the fireworks as Tanner played the guitar. Chandler sang The Star Spangled Banner to an audience of people and the night over all was truly enjoyable.
(I don't give unscathed approval often...)
You have to know more about Shannon Tanner, but it's like ice cream right now- there are so many good things to scoop, I'm having trouble narrowing it down just yet. I'll post more when I can cut my current word count down by half or more and still make sense. In the meantime, enjoy our slide show.
HARBOUR FEST @ SHELTER COVE MARINA 7.4.08
Chandler Sings the National Anthem
We spent our July 4th at Shelter Cove Marina's Harbour Fest. More about that later. During the part of the show when Shannon Tanner asks the kids if they have a song they'd like to sing, both Charming and I were shocked to see all of our kids eager to participate. ( They don't know the full rendition of more than 3 songs combined, if I had to bet on it) We scooted even closer to the edge of our seats when, lo and behold, Chandler got picked to share his song.
When asked which song he wanted to sing ( they'd been asked to think up patriotic songs) Chandler said " The Star Spangled Banner"
Shannon spent some time remembering the effect this song had on him during his years coaching football and said he just couldn't do this song any way but the right way, so he stood up with his guitar and placed his hand over his heart. The 200+ of us remaining out in the audience followed his lead.
About this time, Chan looks up to him and says " You'll have to lead me, I don't know all the words" ( apparently he thought "Who has a song?" meant" Any requests?")
This sort of thing doesn't phase Shannon Tanner.
So, the two of them sang us through the National Anthem and I was so proud of my boy, of course :)
Shannon then asked Chandler what he wanted to be when he grew up, to which Chandler wasted no time saying " A football player"
Shannon told Chandler that someday, when he is a football player, and he's coming out of that locker room, adrenaline pumping, ready to play some ball-- when he hears The Star Spangled Banner, and gets that lump in his throat as he no doubt will, to always remember this night.
InLaw Anniversary
Charlie and Sandra celebrated 38 years of marriage with the whole brood the other night. Rob & Andrea, Taylor & Austin just happened to be in town for the 4th of July week and Tyler is down visiting his grandparents for the month- so everyone was accounted for.
I had never been to Charley's but had watched it be transformed from house to restaurant when we were living nearer Tybee Island.
I had seen a few of the ads put out promoting Charley's as a fine dining establishment that would even come to fetch you in their house limo, should you so desire (and have the nickles to pay for it)
I wasn't holding my breath to be honest. It's Tybee, ya know?
I was pleasantly surprised though. Inside was warm and inviting. The tables set nicely and the walls covered with art by local artists.
The dinner was also exceptional, though I only had a "veggies and sides" plate, everyone gave it thumbs up ( except Austin who said the duck tasted like pure honey... this isn't a reflection on the food however, just Austin's preference (or not) of waterfowl for dinner.
It was a nice little get together, considering all the potential landmines we had gathered at one table. I was proud of all of us for behaving so well.
Charlie, my father in law, is still dwelling in the land of mourning for his mother, who passed away last week. I enjoyed watching him enjoy the life and the living amongst us with that special appreciation found amongst those who have tasted loss. He has always loved his grand kids deeply, but this night it showed even more so, and I love little moments like that.
I enjoyed also, hearing stories about my Charming when he was young. We are definitely reaping a lot of what the boy sowed! And he is more than lucky to be alive - he's been preserved, reserved and safeguarded ( a zillion times over if you count all the known times from then to now :) I think it may be just a tad more than coincidence... like Someone may just have a plan for him.
Very few pictures were taken because people have begun to hide from me at family gatherings all of a sudden :) Well, that and the lighting was dim. The flash was a must, but also a tool to blind one's enemies with...I should stop there before I try to be funny.
38 years is a long time to put up with someone else... only one thing is strong enough to help folks put up that kind of fight--which must be why Charley gave Charlie & Sandra a complimentary bottle of champagne ;o)
~winkwink
Stuff I Painted
It has been a long time since I set a brush to canvas, but I've done few panels lately for the walls... don't laugh.
VBS
Funeral Photos
As I mentioned in my previous post, we lost Aundree "MeeMaw" Brewer this past week. The family was gathered for the first time in a long time. The day before was Rob's birthday, so the pictures of TBonz and singing waitresses have nothing to do with family funeral traditions. After the funeral service was over, Bath United Methodist church, a spiritual foundation in the Brewer/Coker family, served us a meal and gave us a resting place before returning to the graveside. Aundree's parents had played active roles within this church, and so the pictures of family pews, plaques and windows are explained.
Cousins were given valuable together time. Just the way Aundree would have wanted it, I'm sure.