here nic sits watching the sun going down on lighthouse beach in mukilteo, WA., a short walk from the silver cloud inn, our pied a terre for the easter events.
and here i am. beautiful mukilteo, my childhood home. i learned to swim in these waters. clung to cliff sides during bomb drills at rosehill elementary school. in our day children prepared for atomic bombs.
we trouped down the hill from school to tour the lighthouse and climbed up the winding stairs into the light tower itself.
the strong, sculptural presence behind nic is on the lighthouse grounds. it seems to be serving some purpose, but what it is or does mystifies us both.
always the incoming and outgoing ferries to whidbey island. from our room at the silver cloud we lay propped up in bed watching the activity at the landing into the late night. the cathlamet leaving and the kittitas returning. walk ons, bikers, passenger cars and commercial trucks.
good saturday on whidbey island at a gathering to honor my mother’s and her husband’s wishes to have their ashes scattered together onto the waters off the island. our host, larry carton, my stepfather’s son opened his lovely home to the combined families. here on the balcony suzanne, my brother’s wife, and their daughter jacki.
and now the trek to the beach with the ashes.
a cold, but gloriously clear day. sun and snow peaked mountains.
the gathering. mom ironed our t-shirts, hankies, sheets, pillowcases. jack’s offspring told of their dad attempting to transform his homemade tub of a boat into a hydrofoil.
jack and margaret carton. rest in peace.
an ACEO (artist card edition original) drawing nic did from our silver cloud window. ‘the cathlamet’. 3 1/2″ x 2 1/2″
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What a nice nice story…the beautiful place, the all-too-familiar walk to the beach with the ashes, the childhood memories…all that makes a life condensed down into one gleaming sunlit day. Bon Voyage to Margaret and Jack.
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thank you, bonnie. my father (still living) and my mother separated long after us kids had left home. a lovely childhood. and now we have 2 sets of parents, or had 2 sets, 1 set gone, but vividly remembered.
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