A Non-photo Mother’s Day

My Mother’s Day celebration had the usual niceties, which included greetings, a long-stemmed rose from church, texts, hugs, dinner in a restaurant (a first for us!), visits, gifts, a nap, and an assortment of cheesecake slices. What could be missing? Photographs! I was wearing a lovely top from niece Julie which she had under-grown, so I wasn’t ashamed of myself. Everyone else looked good, but I didn’t feel like pulling rank to demand a group photo. Not a single one of them would have jumped up and exclaimed, “What a good idea!”

Logan came over Mother’s Day Eve (not that there is such a title) and shared a luscious strawberry-chocolate cake for Easter/Mother’s Day. He readily agreed to pose with the cake. He will likely grow up to be a photo-hater, so I am going to take advantage of his willingness as long as it lasts. John, David, and I ate large slices of the cake that evening and enjoyed every bite. Thank you Shawn, Bob, and Logan.

                                             Logan posed with the cake

The day after Mother’s Day, son John $pencer showed us his singing bowl from Nepal. It is a hand-hammered metal bowl, shiny and quite heavy. He put it on the table on a holder that looks like a chocolate-covered donut. He struck the bowl with what looked like a lint brush – a wooden thing covered on one end with felt. Quickly he began moving the felt end around the edge, making the bowl hum softly. I don’t know how long one would be played in Nepal, maybe until everyone is hypnotized.

Son John $ played his singing bowl

$ let me try, and I couldn’t make it sing like he did. I shrugged and turned to David. David was a natural. He used the alternate way of holding the wooden thingy, using the wood instead of the felt to rub the rim. The tone was higher and louder. Bless him, David didn’t smirk at having succeeded where I failed.

As he put the bowl away, $ told us a player in Nepal would often sit Indian-fashion, cradling the bowl in his lap to play it. Several people might play their bowls at the same time, but he didn’t know an average number for a group. The instruments come in all sizes.

Even though there is no photographic evidence, I had a lovely Mother’s Day. Thank you, one and all.

26 thoughts on “A Non-photo Mother’s Day

  1. I’m glad you had such a nice pre- Mothers Day evening with your visit from Logan, designed to cheer anyone up especially if cake is involved. I’m delighted Mothers day itself was so special with visits and gifts, so few photos for such a celebration but maybe more cake was involved.
    Humongous Hugs Anne xxxxxxxxxxxx


  2. Sounds like a wonderful day. We are such picture takers in our family. So every occasion gets documented. Hubby’s family is the opposite. No matter what, it is always great to get together with family.


    1. I was stingy with photos when I had to buy film and get it developed. Now with digital photos, we have pictures of almost everything! We, along with our grandsons, often watch a screen-saver slide show when it comes up on the computer. It’s wonderful that the pictures get exercise regularly. I’m glad to know your family is a picture-taking group.


  3. You know it’s totally okay to as someone to take your picture without it being in a group photo, right? Tell them your fans are always clamoring for more pics ( a request led by me 🙂 )


  4. You will laugh Anne. It took me six tries to get the volume on the video to play for me, I first had to remember to turn my speaker on, turn my speaker volume up, turn up the volume button on my computer, turn up computer speaker, etc., I finally heard it and liked it very much! It really did take me at least six times of playing it to hear the music.


    1. Our son’s twin cousins were four years old when he was born. They called him John Spensive, That sounded like a short form of “expensive”. I began to spell it with a dollar sign and often shorten his name to $.


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