Even if you haven’t seen this person lately, you may just catch a glimpse of her in the next day or two doing a Vlog (video blog) on Napkin Folding 101.
There are many things I love about my daughter. For one thing, she is mine. Flesh of my flesh. Person of my person. Heart of my heart.
I also love the fact that she adores words, she is quirky, creative and compassionate, and when she sends me e-mails she always puts in the title line, “Hello, mother dearest.”
But this past week I found yet a new reason to appreciate her! (As if I needed one.)
Manteo has been sponsoring an outdoor summer concert series with all sorts of excellent and varied presentations in the line up. And the best part about them? They’re free? (And after having just come up with a down payment on a house PLUS paying $5,000 in cancer bills, FREE is a lovely word.)
This past week, the presentation was called, “I Love A Piano: The Music of Irving Berlin.”
Now as a pianist and songwriter of many years (started both activities around the age of six) you can imagine how interested I was in attending the performance. Steve had something else going on that evening and so I cast my eye around the rest of the Smith household to see who else might be willing to accompany me.
Snowy? Not so much. He had naps and snacks filling every spare moment of his evening.
Nathan? Um. From all reports we’ve heard, he is currently living in Florida and probably won't be seen around the Smith house again until Thanksgiving. (Waaaah.)
Sarah? Hmmmm. Sarah is almost fifteen years old. She likes current music. Irving Berlin does NOT represent current music. Would my teen age daughter deign to accompany her middle-aged mom to an evening featuring the music of a guy who was born in 1888?
And she did.
And we had a fun evening together.
We walked across the beautiful lawn to the stage area . . .
. . . where I proceeded to skulk around the sound board for awhile. (It just brought back so many memories of the outdoor concerts we did during our fifteen years on the road.)
In the midst of my skulking, I was entranced when a sudden gust of wind blew away Mr. Sound Man’s Rain Protection Mechanism.
Happily, some intrepid Manteo-ers and vacationers helped him get everything back in place.
I loved seeing an imagine of a piano on the screen as soon as we walked in. . .
. . and seeing this dog all settled on his blanket, ready for a little dose of Berlin. (Somehow I doubt that Sir Snowy would have been so calm and obedient.)
I loved seeing people lined up to hear the music. . .
. . . and that the threatened rain stayed away.
I loved the flags on the wall.
. . . and the sense of community that is created when people gather to hear music that will never go out of style.
And I loved that I got to share it all with this young lady.
Note: Please try to ignore the fact that we were the only two people in the entire area who were sitting on folding chairs from a card table. Since we’re new to Manteo, we’re still working on some of the prerequisites of living here, one of which is that everyone seems to have lots of portable chairs to take with them to all of the outings and events. Thankfully, everyone was merciful to us as we dragged our tacky folding chairs in and out and did require that we leave the town. Or the state.
Thankful for small blessings . . .