Having posted yesterday about a Jubilee related event, I find myself doing it again today, but rather more retrospectively.
This is a page I have wanted to scrap for almost the whole month but have only managed it today and that was largely inspired by one of the challenges at ATDML.
The challenge - well actually two challenges - was to use a lot of journalling and the other to use bunting.
Sometimes it is the small things that mean so much, isn't it? The small moments that are memorable for a specific reason. And this was about one of those relatively small moments that really had an impact. And this page is also a page that i think encapsulates scrapping. It is not a great work of art. It is simple (though it took ages to find the right pictures) and basic and it is all about the text. It is about that which we as scrappers hold most dear - memories. And memories are often about the little things in life. The trivia that colours our world and often marks our hearts forever. Scrapping often records the things that we might otherwise forget and the things we never should!
The page was sparked because of a few moments on TV that were the culmination of several days of observation and celebration. Those few moments were when Gary Barlow led the Queen onto the stage at the end of the Diamond Jubilee Concert and I was incredibly moved by it. I have never seen anyone look so proud, so humble, so smart, so solicitous, so caring and it really touched me. Having watched the documentary about how the Jubilee song 'Sing' was created, having watched the concert and having grown over recent years to really like and respect gary Barlow, those few moments of tenderness summed up so much about how I felt about the entire Jubilee celebrations. It was a moment ... but one I wanted to record and keep. I am a great believer in that if something is special to YOU, you should cherish it and remember it. I LOVE that I scrap!
Anyway - here is the page (and a 12 x 12 for me which is more unusual these days)
Under the main picture which is stitched on to make a pocket- and yes these are all photos snaffled from the internet after a fair bit of trawling - there is a pull out card with the album cover and some more text. Yes even more text!
This is a close up of the text for those who want to see it, though much reflects what I have already written in this post.
Today I am thankful for
- a little time to scrap and record a memory
and of course I must post this here too
No photo of the day yet - I plan on taking it later.
My page a day calendar today is
I rolled down the window of my ’58 Plymouth, hoping the cool early-morning air would help me stay awake. I was driving back to the Hutchinson Naval Air base, where I was stationed, about 70 miles from my hometown. I’d just spent an off-duty weekend with my mom and girlfriend. I had to be back on base by 6:00 A.M.
Usually, I’d drive back early Sunday evening so that I’d get to the base with time to spare. But last night, I’d stayed later than usual, not wanting the weekend to end. “You look so sleepy,” Mom said, convincing me to take a nap before heading back. She woke me at 4:00 A.M. I quickly hugged her good-bye and drove off. But I couldn’t stop yawning.
About halfway back to the base, I dozed off.
“Everett!” A voice shouting my name jolted me awake. A hand gripped my left shoulder and shook me. Hard.
Groggy, I opened my eyes. I was heading straight for a ditch on the other side of the highway! I jerked the steering wheel, got back on the road, and pulled over.
I got out of the car, rubbing my shoulder. Someone had grabbed me. I could still feel it. But that was impossible. I peered through the window to the backseat just to make sure no one was there. It was just me on this dark stretch of highway. Shaken, I climbed back into the car and drove on to the base.
I called Mom right away. “You’ll never believe what happened,” I said, telling her of the mysterious force that woke me just in time.
“I’m so glad you’re safe, honey,” she said. “About a half hour after you left, I felt an urgency to pray for you. I prayed you’d stay awake.”
A half hour after I’d left. Just when I’d needed waking. I knew then someone had been in my car, someone who made sure my mom’s prayers were answered.