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Psalm 78
. . . we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, his power, and the wonders he has done. .
so the next generation would know them . . . and they in turn would tell their children.
Then they would put their trust in God and would not forget his deeds but would keep his commands.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The sea was wet as wet could be

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.*

Playing at the seashore might be routine for those of you living nearer the coast, but for us, it is a rare and special time. We have just returned from several days in Galveston, Texas, where we gathered with lots of extended family to celebrate my cousin's wedding. 

 The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The sands weren't all that dry, actually, as you can see in these pictures of cousins loving every messy minute. And there were plenty of birds flying overhead; the diving pelicans particularly impressed us Kansans.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

My cousin Melissa's new husband Brian is a resident of Galveston and was the perfect host for an afternoon at the beach. He was all set up with a tent, kites and flags, boudin sausage, snacks, drinks, and chairs. He even thought of the water jugs for cleaning feet before getting back in the car.

It seems that most of my pictures of the kids in the surf are of their backs! They spent hours playing, body surfing the small waves, and searching for shells.

With little Lydia in tow, I didn't get out into the water much.

Toby was all tuckered out! Grandpa gave him some love.

My second cousin, Britt, snapped a lovely photo of her grandmother (my aunt) Ginny and her husband Bill.

My mother took a walk with Sydney and Hope.

Hope and her cousin Haley found some hermit crabs.

On our last full day in Galveston, just hours before Melissa's wedding, we returned to the beach. This time it was just our seven and my sister's family of five. Lydia dozed in her beach tent.

*Opening stanzas of "The Walrus and the Carpenter" by Lewis Carroll set off in italics.

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