Saturday, January 22, 2011
He was quiet, a behind the scenes kind of man, yet his leadership was strong.
Wayne Porter
During this last week, Chris and I have been discussing masculine leadership. Every man has his own style, his own beauty. Papa was a quiet man. Yet, he was effective.
This man set the stage and culivated a strong and safe environment so that I grew up in a happy family. His children followed in his footsteps, encircling me, my siblings and my cousins with nurture and love.
By the grace of God, we are carrying his legacy to the fourth generation.
Memories of Day 3 -- Exploring Greece Together -- Posting January 22, 2011 -- In honor of 60 years of married life Wayne and Arlene Porter had Together before Wayne's passage today -- This one's for you Grandma and Papa!
2 comments Posted by Kara at 9:43 PMGrandma, may my time together with Chris be as beautiful as your time together with Papa.
Climbing the hill to Acropolis, winding our way through neighborhoods, narrow passageways, encircling adobes.
Every 7 years we inhabit an entirely new body. The earth recycles, our bodies recycle, life is always changing, evolving, growing, decaying, renewing. It is a rare thing to touch a piece of stone unchanged from before the time of Christ.
This lion would like me to point out that his face IS a bit changed from his original glory. Even stone can't escape the power of change forever. 2400 years is finally getting to him.
Dangling tired feet
On day two, shopping alone, I was so caught up in the famous Monastraki Flea Market, I forgot to take pictures of it. It is really more like 7 or 8 streets of open air shops. They are set inside buildings, but without a wall on the storefronts.
Remember how I said that I made a wish to see Greece during my lifetime? Seven years ago I painted a canvas of Greece for my dining room based on picture books. Last week, in the Monastraki, I purchased 4 original paintings by a Greek man of the real Greece to hang next to mine.
I now present to you my Gallery of Greece
And finally, one more original painting for my living room.
To me, this painting speaks marital harmony.
Grandma, woven throughout your marriage was a harmony that every man and woman desires.
Your union was as brilliant as a bright light even throughout the most recent 5 years as Papa faded from this life to enter the next, a period marked by turmoil, yet his love and yours gleamed it's brightest.
Thank you.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I was planning to take the tram to the beach today. But it's just not a good day for it. Raining on and off. Just as well. I'm tired. It's the Sabbath. Might as well rest. Big plans for tomorrow when Chris finally finishes work and joins me.
Ermou Street
Temple thing (or something), preserved and beautiful, in the middle of a modern shopping district.
Ate a traditional loukoumade (honey and cinnamon doughnut) at one of these stands.
Bought a fancy shirt at this store for 7 euros. (roughly $9)
Looking for the famous Monastiraki fleamarket, I stumbled across this less famous, but intreguing, street with flea market type shops.
Alpha Beer, Greek made. Good flavor.
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