in the family
July 22, 2012
I guess it is to be expected that one would encounter unusual responses when returning to a place you have spent a portion of your childhood. So this morning I sang in the choir with my grandma, at the church where all of us spent a good chunk of growing-up years. I had to laugh when, at one point, I was standing in the lobby and an older gentleman walked in who knew us all as children. He saw me and clearly recognized my face. So he looked at me for a few moments then simply demanded, “Which one are you?” I was tempted to display my amusement at the question but instead just stated my name.
In other news, last night we watched an Olympic special at the house. In this family, thanks to our various athletic endeavors, we all are pretty into such things. But I interrupted the show to ask my grandparents to come see the light-rimmed sunset show out the living room windows. They didn’t mind the interruption too terribly much, as it turns out :-)