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Saturday, May 21, 2011

a story about perspective by Lance Wubbels

In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.


Sonya, Netherlands
20.5

May, Germany
20.05
It began with the fond recollection of the love his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover. Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long-buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present loneliness.

Katie, Indonesia
2011.06.09

Lola, Utah
May 19

May 20
Setting aside one of the dusty photo albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal. Why did Elizabeth always save the children's old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.
Becky, Philadelphia
Photobucket

Photobucket
Opening the yellowing pages he glanced over a short entry, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul. It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.
Rikako, Japan
5.19 TODAY

5.20 TODAY
Reminded that he had kept a journal of his business activities over the years...Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other. His was leather-bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name "Jimmy" had been nearly scuffed from its surface. 

Caroline, England
19th May

20th May
As he opened the journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words:

Mira, Italy
Ape!

Peek-a-Boo
Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn't catch a thing.

Buckeroomama, Hong Kong

5.16

5.18
With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters pressed deeply in the paper read: 

Wanda, Canada
5.16.2011

5.20.2011
Went fishing with my dad. 
Best day of my life.










9 comments:

  1. I love such stories!! They help you pause and think about life. Have a great weekend ladies!!!

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  2. This was just what I needed to read this morning. What a blessing.

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  3. What a great story! I am always inspired when I come to visit!

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  4. Wanda's first photo is awesome! :)

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  5. I LOVE this story! Yet another reminder for us to treasure "ordinary days" with our kids. Check out this link.... totally made me cry:


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olSyCLJU3O0

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  6. Thanks for the tour of all those places - - - and for the story!

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  7. What a beautiful collection of stories! Lovely post.

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  8. sniff sniff!

    Love the world photos. They are always so lovely.

    Kristin
    via SIMC

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  9. Beautiful story. Wonderful pictures.

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