|1965, 2013 The course and I have both changed and matured.|
While my brain puttered around looking for memories my heart thumped. Suddenly, I realized that my Aunt Della, my father's sister from Wichita, also traveled with dad and me to Hiwan in 1965. Aunt Della, or Pheobe as dad had nicknamed her when they were children, loved chocolate
|Aunt Della and Grandma 1947.|
Today while walking and playing like a child, picking up sticks, looking for sea shells, and watching the birds on the beach here at Hilton Head, South Carolina, and after forty-eight years passing, I realized that I'd taken Aunt Della on nearly every trip I've ever made since she died. I'd never made that connection until this year. After she died, I inherited a tiny diamond necklace that she had designed. Della was always an artist at heart, and a great photographer who once studied under Margaret Burke White, and had known other artist in Taos, New Mexico in the 1940's. I often wondered if she'd known Georgia O'Keefe, so I guess I'll just believe in my heart that their spirits were kindred.
I looked down at the tiny diamond necklace that has traveled the world, and my heart thumped, once again. I knew Aunt Della was smiling down and enjoying the view of the ocean, a rare treat for a girl who grew up in the heart of Kansas during the depression. Della would have loved the beach, I know my dad always did. As the years flow forward and Jack and I criss-cross the continent, I'll be taking Aunt Della, storing up memories for another story, and taking pictures to share.
|Where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Calibogue Sound at Sunrise and high tide.|