Tag Archives: Atticus

Pink & Purple Flower Art

Coloring with the kids. πŸ™‚

Crayola markers on card stock.

Lucas insisted that I cut it out and paraded around with it, proclaiming his mommy is an artist. I tried to shrug it off, but he insisted. I was thankful. πŸ™‚

Barely Green

2007.
My babies
still babies
on the glider,
barely green.

Front porch of the Rocklawn house —
now, three houses ago —
the stone house great-uncle Percy
built back in the ’30s.

Much to miss and as much not.

Afternoon at the Pool

Atticus and I spent a few hours at my mom’s family’s reunion today.

A good breeze, friendly conversation, and grilled hot dogs and hamburgers more than made up for the heat.

Although Attie was slow to (literally) warm up to the pool, I had to (literally) pull him out when it was time to go…

(Thank you, Aunt Marie and Uncle Robert, and Judy and David!!)

A Day with Daddy

Taking Mommy to work; having Starbuck’s breakfast with Papa; getting tires checked, replaced, and repaired; taking the trash to the dumpster; singing along with Neil Young on the player…

There’s only so much Daddy Day a kid can take before a crash is imminent. πŸ˜‰

River Walk

River Walk

We headed to Dan Daniel Memorial Park today to enjoy the southern (and mostly shaded) end of the Riverwalk Trail. What an awesome way to spend the good part of a day! It’s definitely the best thing Danville ever did!!

When I asked them about their favorite part of the day, both Lucas and Atticus said they liked throwing sticks and rocks into the river best. πŸ™‚ Kevin said the best part was that he got to kiss me. πŸ™‚ And I liked holding Kevin’s hand and taking lots of pictures (and not having to be in a single one). πŸ™‚

Some other things we liked and didn’t:

  • Awesome giant sycamores on “Ghost Tree Island.” πŸ™‚
  • Lucas stopped to pick up every caterpillar and worm he saw on the trail. πŸ™‚ πŸ™
  • Atticus fell and scraped up his knee. It bled a lot. πŸ™
  • A biker told us about a black snake up the trail, but we never saw it. πŸ™ πŸ™‚
  • A big group of people came out from a little path to the river with their fishing equipment, but when we looked down the path to see where they’d been, we also saw all the trash they’d left behind. πŸ™

And it’s in the gallery above, but I just can’t resist posting this rainbow picture separately!!! πŸ˜‰

River Walk 71

Thanks for looking. πŸ™‚

The Tale of the Badger Ring

(By Kevin)

When my friend and coworker of about eight years, Scott, was a teenager, his dad was a Baptist minister and missionary to the Seminole Indians in Hollywood, Florida.

The Seminoles respected him so much that they gave him a ring they had made for him, and a couple of years ago, Scott gave the ring to me.

Silver with turquoise and jadeite stones, the ring is engraved with a badger claw on either side.

At first, I thought they were bear claws, but when I pulled the ring out of my drawer back in January, I started doing a little more research and realized the paws are much longer than a bear’s. Definitely badger.

According to Native American tradition, badgers represent passion, courage, leadership, health and strength.

Scott didn’t know why the Seminoles chose to make this particular ring for his father. Since much like Catholics, Native Americans see meaning in everything they do, though, it seems likely that it was because his father represented the qualities they saw in the badger.

Looking into the ring’s significance also spurred me to ask my grandmother about my own Native American ancestry. She told me that Loudema Shelton, my grandfather’s grandmother, was a full-blooded Cherokee.

That same day, Lucas, Atticus and I spent the afternoon running through the woods around my grandmother’s house, the woods I grew up in.

I told them about the ring and the badger, and we gave each other Indian names. I knelt down and let the creek water flow over the badger ring. That creek is like a part of my soul.

That day was the last time I saw my grandmother before she went to the hospital, where I lost her forever. πŸ™

Later, I researched the possibility of living on the Cherokee reservation and found out that, since I’m 1/16 Cherokee, I would be eligible for it with further documentation.

There’s a part of me that would love to immerse my family in that culture because of its symbolism and spirituality, much like the Truth, the Catholic Church.

Two Generations and a Lawnmower*

One really cool thing about hanging out with Grandpa.

(“Except the bumps,” Atticus says.)

*Title by Mr. Hawke ;P