Today, September 7th, is "Grandpa's Day," according to the Holidays and Celebrations web-page, a page which is on my radar because I design invitations that preserve moments in time, event program covers that enhance any occasion, and greeting cards that go beyond communication.
It is not a day that I am familiar with, but when I was a child it seems as if everyday was "Grandpa's Day," for my sisters and I were very close to our maternal grandfather, as you might surmise from the picture posted above today's blog entry, which features us with him, and is an image you may recognize from an entry I posted in May of 2011 when I attempted to challenge the adage that bad things happen in threes. (You may refer to that entry by clicking here.)
It was my maternal grandparents and their siblings (my great uncles and great aunts) who gave me an appreciation for the elderly; and I am thankful to discover that at least a day is set aside to honor grandfathers, especially in my country of America, where often elderly people aren't exactly revered.
A few lines from Herb Gardener's play (I'm Not Rappaport) sum up an unfortunate truth regarding our society (in the United States), "You collect old furniture, old cars, old pictures, everything old but old people. Bad souvenirs, they talk too much, they look like the future and you don't want to know . . . put them with their own kind, a building, a place, a town, put them someplace . . . the problem's not that life is short but that it's long; so you better have a policy."
"The old people, they're the survivors, they know something, they have not stayed late to ruin your party. The very old, they are miracles like the just born; close to the end is precious like close to the beginning. . . "
It is the last line of the playwright's narative that has become a slogan for a project I've launched on indiegogo; a campaign to raise awareness about the value of the elderly community through the "voices" of what lives in a garden.
|MY BOOK SERIES|
...whose stories are told from the point of view of Cam, a female cardinal, whose photo is on the cover of each book. Words In Our Beak’s goal is to open readers to a simple understanding of the winged world and their environment. Set in my rooftop urban garden in New York City. Words In Our Beak is directed to children and adults who are curious about birds, and want to learn about them from a unique perspective. The books include hundreds of images of flora and fauna, links to movies, as well as to informative narratives that have been created by the author.