FIREBUG! That as the name of a play that my class performed in high school about 1949. My class was small, just over twenty students. Apparently they tried to give a role to everybody since I was assigned the role of “Make-up” in spite of the fact I wore no make-up – not even lipstick! They were apparently desperate by the time they got to me. Didn’t really matter. I had an excuse to be behind stage and someone must have handled the “make-up” for me. I don’t remember
From that introduction of me, you will not be surprised that I do not have “old flames” from my high school days, but the subject of “flames” is interesting to me. I connect flames with passion. And in my long years there have been many things about which I have been very passionate. I’ll start with some minor passions and move to those of more importance.
- Needle work, embroidery in particular. I have a table cloth which I designed and embroidered sometime about 1965. It is avocado green. That dates it. It also explains why it is in a bag among the dried flowers which for some reason were important to keep..
- Collecting books. Passion for that went somewhat overboard. Now I’m afraid I see them as white elephants.
- Teaching. I spent much time in creating new materials to show alternate ways of learning if the textbook style did not work. Gone are the days, only memories remain.
- My own home. One we had built just our style, the other was sublime, designed by someone who knew what they were doing. After I entered the door, I sat on the carpet before the fireplace and thought that was my ultimate dream come true. They are now nothing but pictures and memories.
Lest this post gets too long, I go to my conclusion about passion. I find that “things” for which I felt passion are gone. The passion that remains is my family, which has grown to the third generation; my husband who still fills my need for stability and love; my church, the root of my social life; my country, whose freedom has been purchased by the blood of willing patriots; and my Lord, in whom I have hope, peace, faith and life eternal. These are the flames which still burn and grow. I’m thankful.
(written in response to Michelle W at The Daily Post, “Flames”)