St. Louis – the proverbial “show-me state,” and part of my
roots brought me more insights than just visual pleasures this trip. My aunt
and uncle, as well as one cousin still reside in this fair city. These two lovely folks are the most
hospitable individuals you can find west of the Mississippi
River.
“Wait….we are heading
that way and would love to come see everyone,” said my one cousin.
“We could route our road trip to include St. Louis. It would be nice to see my friend there. Plus, we can hook-up with you all and see the
family,” said my sister.
“Well, if you’re going, I need to go, too!” I said.
How do all great parties get started? A desire to be not left out of the fun! Turns
out this unplanned, impromptu summer family reunion lent itself to be a
perfectly timed gathering of love and support, much needed.
Upon my arrival I received the best gift – a hug from my
mother. From that point on the love just
kept rolling in. Dylan, crashed out from the full day out exploring this city
(apparently every day he was so worn-out that he needed an afternoon nap to
keep up with my mother’s go-go-go spirit) woke up and gave me a warm hug and an
ear-to-ear smile. Chasing fireflies in the evening and listening to the birds
in the morning brought more joys to my senses.
These experiences whisked me away to a time long ago. A place in my mind where I imagined my
grandmother and grandfather spinning stories and sharing experiences, which now
seemed to be evident in the expressions of my uncle and the phrases of my
mother. Lapping up this weekend my mind
began compiling the many ways I was witnessing our definition of family come to
life:
·
We welcome each other with hugs, play on the
water: this time we paddled down the Huzzah River and shared a bunch of great “grub” and
giggles while showing children how to skip rocks across the water.
·
We visit historical venues like the “Arch” and
the “MUNY” all the while teaching and sharing
history alongside of beauty and innovation.
·
We connect with dear friends in unique lunch
venues like “Blueberry Hill” in the quaint “Delmar
Loop” area.
·
We forgive each other for accidents that cost
dearly and, yet, prove that life has it’s own starting and ending
timetable.
·
Finally, we enjoy nature, music, and artwork by
soaking in the sites around the 79-acres “Missouri Botanical Gardens” and
seeing all many ways in which residents are rewarded for their loyalty through
free entrance to many educational venues (the Science Center, Zoo, and
others).
·
Most of all, we take good care of each other –
we offer our car when one member comes from out of town and needs a ride, we
take the extra effort to go and meet up with family even when we have to add
hours to our long drives, and we provide places and avenues for children to
play, connect, and develop.
Saint Louis the 14th of France once owned a large
plot of land, which Thomas
Jefferson, a Unitarian Universalist, saw fit to not only purchase when it
abruptly up for sale by Napoleon, but also have Lewis and Clark explore
it. One of my favorite spots in this
terrain is the Missouri
Botanical Gardens – all 79 acres of it!
“Wow! This place is
almost four city blocks of beauty,” I said.
“Yes, it used to be called “Shaw’s Garden” because all of
the land was donated by Henry Shaw. His
vision was to have a public park, and it was the first of it’s kind, and size,
during the day. Most individuals had to
be very wealthy to be allowed the privilege of a garden,” said Mary Lou (the
Docent who toured us around the property).
“I really like the Japanese gardens,” said Garrett.
“Me, too. The Ottoman
garden was refreshing with all that fruit and delights for the senses; however,
it seems like the Japanese garden is more calming and peaceful,” I replied.
“You know, I really like the Koi fish, too,” Garrett added
to his thought.
With lotus flowers in full bloom, which only last one week,
and were the size of my head, it made sense that there was a draw to this area
of the property. Actually, it is almost
impossible to figure out which one of the many gardens I could say was my
favorite. It was fascinating to find
such a large daylily garden, with so many varied colors and hybrids. Mostly, it was the addition of the Chihuly blown
glass popping up around the grounds, which brought me true joy. Something in the blending of natural art with
man-made art truly brought out a sense of honor being a former resident of the
state. In some ways that metaphor was
blended with all of our experiences.
“The MUNY” is a national treasure and is the world’s largest
outdoor theater space. “Tarzan” was the
perfect show for this summer series of musicals. The main character seemed in his element
soaring above the crowds with an open sky, loincloth and all! Plus, the multitude of children out from
school for the summer, which filled the ensemble, added a beautiful dynamic of
the generations following the footsteps of their families who loved art and
artistic expression. I think my mouth
dropped a few times when I realized the “young” Tarzan was a nine-year-old boy
who had been with the theater since age 7.
He was a showstopper, for sure!
The weather was simply perfect and breezy providing a natural backdrop
of not a care in the world or a worry for comfort in body and spirit.
Jake, the new sweet Lhasa Apso and guard dog of my uncle and
aunt’s home, was delightful – bubbly, soft, and obedient. His personality was a welcome treat because
we had just been through some tough 24 hours unexpectedly losing our female Shih
Tzu, Tulip. Bright and full of personality, he sure
brought a smile to everyone’s face.
We left St. Louis around similar ages, yet one can never
know. While leaving the city, today, I
realized – somewhat like Tarzan – I now know where I come from, but also know
that I have what I need at home. It is
okay to cleave to a new family, and start one’s own pathway to build a new
family. Plus, it’s really fun to have
experiences with the many individuals (or apes) in life, because they are loyal,
playful, and harmonious – just like me.


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