When Home IS Family

Big Red Welcoming Me Home

Dear Reader:

As difficult as it was to leave Edisto Island and the Ya’s… I never fail to breathe a sigh of relief when I pull in my driveway and see ” Big Red” my thirteen year old geranium smiling at me with new buds blossoming -showing off with pride. I am home!

Mollie is celebrating a benchmark birthday with Walsh and close friends at Nantucket over a long weekend. When I texted Walsh to see if they had arrived safely he said it had been a long day of cars, boats, trains and planes… ferries with no tarries, etc. No direct way to get there but well worth it …once you did !

Mollie’s parents Bruce and Marcia…are babysitting and yesterday we brought in reinforcements for all the sports activities! Thanks Uncle Tommy!

From the Dingles I went to the Turners to see JohnMandy, Eva Cate and Jake-like the Dingles, the Turners have been busy decorating for Halloween! Jake prefers fishing!

Trying to find either house these days is hard-construction at Walsh and Mollie’s community entry and new neighborhood signs and sidewalks at John and Mandy’s….

Like my house it is always a relief to arrive amid constant changes of life.

I had an “aha” moment when I re-read a quote from Mark Nepo that is more timely now than ever! It deals with a realization that must be re- introduced again. As Nepo says-” We must get this right.”

What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic.

Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love. It is precisely this collision of immoral power with powerless morality which constitutes the major crisis of our time.

So until tomorrow…From God’s eye, there are no countries, no policies, no visas. There is only one earth softened by one sweet water.

” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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4 Responses to When Home IS Family

  1. Jo Dufford says:

    Great pictures of the grands, who are growing up too fast. The last picture is beautiful and really proves that we have the right state flag. Of course, I like the story behind the flag too. And I agree with you and Dorothy, there is no place like home.

  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    ❤❤❤ all the pictures…the decorations and yes…there is no place like home…🎃⚽️🎃

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