Every stage of my life includes
memories of Pinecrest. The aesthetic
beauty of the landscape and our precious once
red family cabin has shaped my heart and soul as I have journeyed from child to
adult. There are whispers of precious snapshots
filled with sounds that find their way into my thoughts when my soul needs a
little restoration: the sound of the train whistle to announce the commencement
of happy hour, the rattle of the chains being removed from the dock to
accommodate the early morning fishermen, the laughter of children as they rush
to the snack bar on the lake for a half and half cone, the soft sound of my
grandfather’s chuckle as he discreetly allowed us to we consume more sugar than
normally allowed. My grandmother’s
photographs document every moment of adventure, every extreme hike, lemonade
stand, Thanksgiving, parade at Columbia, and Fourth of July deck party, that
make up fabric of the blessing of my grandfather’s gift of the “Wee Hoose” family
cabin at 29 Highland Way.
The Polaroid camera was a constant
presence during the early years that we Gibbon cousins spent by the lake. There was one particular morning when my
grandmother was lovingly documenting our time during breakfast and my
grandfather decided to move from mischief-maker in the background to
photographer in order to capture a more “candid” remembrance of our time
together. He explained that he preferred
pictures that captured the true essence of a person through an informal,
un-posed approach. Had he been on social
media in more recent times I am sure that he would not have been a fan of the
“selfie.” After explaining his
photo-taking philosophy, my grandfather captured a picture of my cousin Brian
about to shovel a spoonful of his breakfast into his mouth. As my Grandfather and I watched the Polaroid
image develop, I was struck by how much could be communicated through a
seemingly silly photo. To this day, the
picture is still displayed in one of the many beloved photo albums at the
cabin.
A few nights ago as this memory came
flooding back into my mind the English teacher in me was prompted to look up
the exact definition of the word “candid.”
A mixture of phrases, which comprise several definitions, started fading
away from their association with photographs and started the floodgates of
memories of my grandfather: open and
sincere, frank, outspoken; free from reservation, disguise or subterfuge; straightforward,
honest. Although I am not quick to jump
in during a conversation the way that my grandfather always was, I do not
simply accept the opinions and thoughts of others without careful
consideration. My grandfather taught me
that every opinion must be examined from multiple sides and he loved to play
the “devil’s advocate” whenever possible to challenge our thinking. I believe that I am quicker to love others
because he taught me to be quick to look at life from multiple points of
view.
I am thankful for 33 years of
candid moments with my grandfather: negotiations over girl scout cookie or
candy bar sales, spectacular brunches which always included at least two trips
to the desert table, contests at Columbia to see who could keep an Atomic
Fireball in their mouth the longest, swim lesson mornings in which my
grandfather would wake up smiling singing, “Good, morning, good morning. The best to you each morning,” the look of
joy on his face while riding “Indiana Jones” for the first time, the Scottish
Pub in Glendale as he toasted me on a job well done for completing my Bachelor
of Arts degree, dancing with him at my wedding.
I will never look at a candid photograph the same way again; I am changed
because of those candid moments that we shared and I am so thankful for that. I love you grandpa.
In Memory of William J. Gibbon
November 26, 1927- April 1, 2014
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