Monday, September 17, 2012

Remembering Places


As corporeal beings, we humans are necessarily yoked with physical space; clearly, the incorporeal dimension of life - the soul - holds a place of primacy, but our bodies and the space in which they exist are essential to the experience of each person. Because of this, certain physical places become elevated in their significance to the degree that significant events occur at their location. A childhood bedroom, the church in which you were wed, the place you first kissed your spouse can all achieve, in a certain sense, to a level of the sacred. 

Most of these events are significant to us for deeply personal reasons. When, however, an event is historically significant, when it redirects or otherwise affects the course of future events for an entire culture, men have a tradition, born of the deep desire to participate in that event and its consequences, of marking the physical place of the occasion. Thus, we are able to visit the “High-water mark” of the confederate army, the northern most point of the South’s advance against the Union at Gettysburg.


Also, the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, the exact place where tradition tells us that Christ took his first breath.


These places that history and cultures mark for remembrance were also very important to the individuals who were key players of the event; yes, Jesus’ birth is personally important to him, just as is Alonzo Cushing and Lewis Armistead’s death on the battlefield. But these monuments were not erected for the personal importance these events had, but for their significance to those who would be long affected by them. The monument at Gettysburg would have been erected no matter the names of the soldiers who died there.

So, what is to be our response to ‘historical markers’ that are set up to personally important events?  What is the goal of public monuments to personal moments? Yes, putting up a plaque where Elvis played his last concert is fitting…sort of. But ought we also make a memory garden in a place where he sat down to eat a lunch? To do so would be to elevate not only the place, but also the person to an undue level of blessedness. We do not even mark every place where Jesus slept for the night.

Here are two such examples.


The first is a park bench in Pongyang, North Korea, which has been encased in plexi-glass for preservation. The significance of this physical space is derived from the Dear Leader’s rear end. Yes, this monument has been erected to commemorate the place where Kim Il Sung sat down in the park. I, for one, desperately hope that it was a very comfortable respite for him.


The second is a plaque affixed outside a Chicago Baskin-Robbin’s. This physical space was blessed by a young Barack Obama and his future wife, Michelle, when they first kissed.  Akin to the first example, I hope with all sincerity that this was a kiss to end all kisses.

In short, to mark the place of insignificant historical events due to the individual participating in them is to contribute to a cult of the person. It causes history and culture to revolve around individuals rather than individuals contributing to history and culture.

And now that we are on the subject, I must call your attention to an egregious omission among historical monuments in our nation that ought to be rectified posthaste. The picture below specifies the precise location of the missing marker.


It should be inscribed with the words, “On this site, Philip first kissed Julia.”

Why not? After all, Barack only has two kids!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Greatest Day Ever!


We scored a $3 garage sale bike for Avery yesterday, which prompted a changing of training wheels, from big brother to little.

This is PT's first attempt at riding solo.




In less than two hours he looked like this.




After this Paul Thomas exclaimed to Gia and me, "This is the greatest day ever! Because I got my training wheels off!"

None of this was planned and was purely spur of the moment. We were all stunned at how quickly PT took to his new ride.


Avery on his new ride.

He was too busy to stop.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Friday Photo Favorites

The last time we were in Dallas we headed over to the Air and Space Museum.


Checking out the engines



This may have been the highlight; spinning the giant wheels of the Southwest jet.






Can you believe this plane didn't take off in the aviation world?
Now, I'm no aerospace engineer, but seriously. A flying pancake?



This is another one of those classic life snap shots!
Philip doing what he does best, reading, absorbing information and other wise completely unaware of anything happening outside of his quest for knowledge.
Mary Colette getting really bored and working up to letting the whole place know how bored she is.
Paul Thomas, well there is a really crazy looking plane behind you, but he, somewhat like his daddy, gets really involved in maps.
I think its obvious where Avery's next stop will be.



Yup, our navigator got us there safe and sound.
I turned around from getting the stroller and Mary Colette into the oversize family bathroom to find this!
"Oh Mommy, this is where we are!" pointing to the bathroom on the map.



Avery was the only one to test out the fighter jet seat.



Yes, I could see him flying an aircraft at mind boggling speeds all the while giggling. Kinda doesn't really work with "The Danger Zone" music.



Mary Colette on the other hand would prefer a more decadent mode of transportation.
First Class anyone?



Anyone for kicks? Put your baby somewhere highly dangerous and frightening.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Rainbow

Last night we had a wonderful rain that ended this way.