Well, Relay For Life was a huge success. We had raised $118,000 before Relay night, and by noon on Saturday our total was $146,000, well past our $133,000 goal. And there are one or two teams that still have post-Relay fund-raisers planned, so that total will rise a little bit more before the official end of the Relay For Life year on Aug. 31.
We had a huge crowd Friday night. At the end of the luminaria ceremony, when everyone took the track, it was packed.
I think the first-ever T-G team enjoyed themselves, and both the snow-cones and pony rides appeared to be successful.
So it was a great time. I had a good time personally, but it was physically demanding. My Fitbit Ultra reports that I walked a total of 12.5 miles on Friday and 4.5 on Saturday. I got to the site at about 11:30 a.m. Friday, not having slept as well or as long as I had intended the night before because of the stupid hair color experiment. (I still have scratched-up places on my forehead and especially behind my right earlobe.)
When I did Relay as a team member in 2011, and as a committee member last year, I got really sleepy in the wee hours of the morning but then got a second wind before daybreak. That didn’t really happen this time. I was still sleepy, and if I sat down Saturday morning, even at 8 or 9 or 10, I would start to nod off. My legs hurt and I felt miserable. I’m not sure what happened – other than the fact that I’m 51. I really thought I was in marginally better shape this year than last, and I’d made a point during the three-day Memorial Day weekend to walk farther and longer in hopes of building up my stamina.
We ended a little early on Saturday because of the threat of rain (which turned out to be only a brief shower). I tried to help with teardown but probably left sooner than I should have. I turned to Dawn Simmons and asked, “Would I be a terrible person if I left right now?” She said I wouldn’t, but I felt guilty about it anyway. The other people who were tearing down had been there longer than I had.
I have lots of video. I toyed with going by the paper after church today and editing it, but I ended up getting groceries instead. If I don’t edit the video tonight, I’ll do so tomorrow.
It isn’t, and all I have to show for my efforts are some raw places on my forehead and under my ears.
It started a year ago, at last year’s Relay For Life. There was a gaudy purple wig that we were clowning around with; everyone was so amused when I put it on that I immediately came up with the idea of actually coloring my hair purple for the 2013 Relay. At one time, I even thought I’d do it a few days before Relay, in order to serve as a conversation starter beforehand.
About the time of Hee Haw and Howdy a couple months back, I asked Relay board member Judi Burton, who is a hair stylist by trade, for her advice. She suggested I go to Sally Beauty Supply and buy something. But when I went there a couple of weeks ago, they only had one temporary product, and it was so pale in color that the woman from the shop didn’t think it would show up very well. I later messaged a friend of mine who I thought might know. (I didn’t want to post a public request, because I wanted to surprise everyone by showing up at Relay with my purple hair.)
I went online and found the directions for the old punk solution – unsweetened Kool-Aid powder, combined with conditioner to help it soak into the hair follicles. I bought some disposable plastic cafeteria-lady caps at Walmart which were supposedly intended for use with conditioner, hair color, etc. I figured I’d wear my purple hair to Relay, then wash it out as best I could afterward and cut my hair short (I usually keep it a lot shorter than it is now during the summer).
I got home from work yesterday, got some dinner in the oven, and went upstairs to do the deed. Three packets of grape Kool-Aid, plus a small hotel-sized tube of conditioner which I had saved, coincidentally enough, from the Relay For Life summit last fall. I worked it all through my hair, put on the cap, and eventually secured the cap with a headband of sorts made from plastic wrap. It was sloppy, and I was sweaty, and I even got a little of it on the armrest of my sofa which I had to work out with a sponge.
Because, I suppose, of the acidic nature of the Kool-Aid, it stung when it got in my eyes. The scratchy plastic surrounding the elastic band of the cheap cap rubbed raw places on my forehead and under my earlobes.
The instructions had been to leave the mess in overnight. When bedtime came, I’d already had the stuff in my hair for six hours, but I wanted to let it set as long as possible – I knew the purple would have to compete with my brown hair. I covered my pillow with a trash bag and laid a flimsy old windbreaker over that, and I hoped I didn’t dislodge the cap with tossing and turning.
I woke up about 3:30, and just couldn’t get back to sleep for thinking about that stupid cap and how irritating it was. I figured that by that time, the stuff had been in my hair for more than 10 hours. I got up, rinsed it out thoroughly, and toweled my hair dry. It didn’t look purple at all. The directions said, however, that the color showed up better when your hair was dry, and so I thought maybe there might be a little touch of purple once my hair was completely dry. I went back to bed.
I got up this morning, and my hair is not purple in the slightest, just a tiny little bit darker than normal. Even the normally-white hair at my temples is just gray.
I intended to sleep later than 7 a.m., and I’ll probably nap on the couch at some point after breakfast. I have a call to make on some Relay business a little later this morning, and then I hope to get to the ag center some time between 11 and noon. I plan to be there for the duration, until noon Saturday (and whatever teardown we have to do immediately afterward).
I so wanted to show up with my blazing purple hair.
As I posted a few months back, I have become a big fan of a bread recipe that lets you make up a big batch of wet and sticky dough, without kneading. You let it stand at room temperature for a couple of hours then store it in the fridge for up to two weeks. Whenever you want to make a loaf of bread, you guesstimate and take out about a pound of dough, shape it with floured hands into a ball, let it sit on the counter for 40 minutes up to an hour, and then slash a few vents in the top and bake it on a pizza stone. It yields a nice round lens-shaped loaf.
When the Times-Gazette’s “Press Power” Relay For Life team held a bake sale a couple of weeks back, I made two loaves of bread – but neither sold to the general public. My fellow RFL committee member Judi Burton told me to hold one for her before the sale even started, and my T-G co-worker Mary Cook bought the other.
Well, Judi and Mary, I didn’t say this at the time, but I was kind of disappointed in the way those loaves turned out. All three of the loaves from my next batch after that were much better – they rose more and looked more attractive.
The T-G is having another bake sale this Friday, and I made up a fresh batch of the dough tonight. (You don’t want to let the dough go longer than two weeks, but the yeasty flavor and aroma improves over the first week, week-and-a-half.) The dough is going through its initial rise right now; I’ll put it in the fridge at 10 tonight and leave it there until Thursday night. Last time, I had somewhere to be Thursday night and had to wait until I got home to make my two loaves (and my pizza stone isn’t big enough to bake both at the same time). So far, I don’t have any commitments Thursday night, and so I think I’ll save all of this batch and make three loaves for the bake sale. Hopefully, they’ll turn out well.
We’re getting into Relay For Life season, depending on what part of the country you live in.
Here in Bedford County, the Relay will be held May 31 into June 1. In some warmer parts of the country, Relay events are already being held.
Please, PLEASE, note that we need ANYONE, not just registered participants, to attend and support their local Relay events. It’s not too late to start a team, or to find an existing team and join one, and I’d love you to do that – but even if you don’t do that, find out your local Relay event’s schedule and drop by. Spend some money at the concession stands run by the various teams. Try to be there for the luminaria ceremony, a deeply-moving tribute to those who have been touched by cancer.
A lot of people – and three years ago, I was one of them – don’t really understand what Relay is or how it works.
Relay is both an event and a year-round grass-roots fund-raising campaign funneled into that event.
People form and join Relay teams, often based at a particular employer, church, club or school. They don’t have to be connected to an organization, though; for example, if someone in your family or circle of friends is struggling with cancer, or has been lost to cancer, you can just put together a team based on your friends and family.
Most teams do some sort of fund-raising prior to Relay. You can raise funds as a team and/or individually. Your team members sign up through the Relay For Life web site, and once they’re signed up there are tools to help them send fund-raising e-mails (and “thank you” e-mails after the fact) to friends and family. You can also post Facebook or Twitter messages. Donors can give money online and it gets credited to the proper participant and the proper team. Or if someone wants to hand you cash or a check, you can turn it in and make note of it online.
The Relay organizing committee may also have its own community-wide advance fund-raisers, such as the “Hee Haw & Howdy” revue which was held this weekend.
Then, on Relay night, several different things happen.
* The Relay venue is built around some sort of track. Each team must have at least one walker on the track at any given time during the entire Relay. (Different communities have Relay events of different lengths, usually 12, 18 or 24 hours. Bedford County is 18.) Teams may be of any size and can divide up the responsibility of walking any way they wish. No one individual, especially at 18-hour or 24-hour relays, is expected or required to be on site the entire time. But the teams must have someone on the track at all times. This is a walking event, and it’s not a race. If it’s your turn on the track and you want to run or jog, you can do so, as long as there’s room to do so safely, without running into walkers or people standing in line to get sno-cones.
* Each team has a “camp site” or base of operations, with the team members bringing some sort of small party tent or canopy for this purpose. The camp site serves two functions. It is a hangout for walkers when they aren’t on the track, but it also serves as a concession stand. Teams raise money during the Relay event by selling food, or souvenirs, or operating a bouncy house, or karaoke, or a carnival game, or what have you. The organizers of the Relay may have a theme and ask that the camp sites be decorated to match it. For example, in Bedford County, this year’s theme is “Dreaming In Color,” and each team has the signature color of a particular form of cancer and has been asked to decorate its camp site using that color. Last year, we had a board game theme, and so on.
The concession aspect of the camp sites is one reason why we want members of the general public – not just registered walkers – to attend, at least during “prime time” hours. (We don’t expect the general public to be there at two or three in the morning, although if you want to come and cheer people on, that’s great.)
* There are often special fun activities, geared at increasing public attendance, such as live entertainment, an auction, or what have you. We hold our Relay events at the county fairgrounds, and one of our teams holds a tractor pull to coincide with Relay night, giving the tractor pull audience the chance to wander over and get their concessions from the Relay.
* There are traditional ceremonies and moments observed at every Relay, and these can be tremendously moving for registered participants and the public alike. The Relay begins with a “survivors lap.” Before the team walkers take the track, all of the cancer survivors who are present are asked to take a lap of the track so that we can honor them for their perseverance and celebrate their survival. After the survivor lap comes the caregiver lap, where anyone who has taken care of a cancer patient is honored. Then, at least at our Relay, the teams are introduced one by one, not unlike the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, and march around carrying an identifying sign or banner.
At some time after dark, as I mentioned earlier, comes the luminaria ceremony. The luminary – a candle in a paper bag – has become the symbol of Relay. Donors purchase luminaria, on which are written messages of tribute (“In memory of Carrie Carney”), support (“Keep up the fight, Don”) or what have you. When it’s time for the luminaria ceremony, all of the normal lights are turned off and the track is lit only by the luminaria (and related items, such as torches, LED balloons or sky lanterns, which some Relay events may use). There’s a special recitation or ceremony in honor of cancer victims. Balloons or sky lanterns may be released in tribute.
Another Relay tradition, held at different times depending on a Relay’s schedule, is the “fight back” ceremony, in which participants pledge to make lifestyle changes, support cancer research, and so on.
A Relay, even the 12-hour kind, is always held overnight, for symbolic reasons – it symbolizes the dark night of a cancer patient’s experience, and the procession from darkness into light (hopefully remission, or at least an end to pain).
In practical terms, the wee hours of the morning are often punctuated with fun activities to try to keep walkers’ spirits and energy up. In Bedford County, one such activity is an enormous game of musical chairs, all around the perimeter of the track.
At the end of the Relay, there may be awards given, for the team that raised the most money, or had the best camp site decorations, or the most team spirit or what have you. Our Relay gives each team a pedometer, which is to be worn by whomever is the team’s official on-track walker at any given moment. We give an award for the team that records the most steps on their pedometer. Sometimes, overall fund-raising awards may wait until the fall, because technically the Relay For Life year runs from Sept. 1 to Aug. 31 regardless of when a community’s Relay event is held, and some teams hold fund-raisers even after the Relay event.
I know that you’ve been touched by cancer. Someone in your family, your church, your circle of friends, or your workplace – and maybe someone from each of those places – has either survives or been lost to cancer. The American Cancer Society helps fund life-saving research, and provides or supports programs like Hope Lodge and Look Good, Feel Better to address the needs of cancer patients. It’s a worthy cause, deserving of your support. And it’s a heck of a lot of fun, as you can see here:
Obviously, I never met Roger Ebert. But I admired him greatly as a writer. Most people knew him from TV, but he was a newspaperman first and foremost, a Pulitzer Prize winner and a living symbol of the Chicago Sun-Times. When cancer took his voice and reshaped his face, he kept on going, both in print and on television.
In recent years, his online presence allowed him to write, in thoughtful and brilliantly-expressed views, about a wide range of subjects unrelated to movies. He policed the comment sections under his blog posts, and they consistently drew a high level of spirited but respectful discussion. I often agreed with him and always respected him.
The other life lost to cancer today was Mary Margaret Willems. Her, I knew. We’d been halfway across the globe together as members of a LEAMIS International Ministries mission team. I saw the love in her eyes and the cellophane gloves on her hands as she handed peanut butter sandwiches to special needs kids from Grundy County as part of Mountain T.O.P.’s Kaleidoscope program. How many hours did she spend in the dining hall kitchen at Cumberland Pines, feeding kids, teenagers or adults? There’s no way of telling. I’ve stayed with Bob and Mary Margaret on several occasions when LEAMIS was holding a training event or a board meeting in Monteagle.
Mary Margaret and my mother were both breast cancer survivors. The pancreatic cancer that claimed my mother was, we were told, completely unrelated to her breast cancer. But I believe the cancer that took Mary Margaret was a holdover, an enemy thought vanquished but only lying in wait.
Damn, I hate cancer.
I had a long day of work today, but tonight I’m doing the work of Relay. Bob knows, and Mary Margaret knew, about the American Cancer Society Relay For Life. They were participants, there in Grundy County. They donated to me the first time I did Relay.
On my way back from working for our sister paper in Marshall County, I stopped by House of Prayer Ministries here in Shelbyville to take photos of the dress rehearsal for the annual “Hee Haw & Howdy” revue, a cancer society benefit here in Bedford County since the 1970s. Opening night for this year’s “Hee Haw & Howdy” will be April 12. That was the birthday of another cancer victim: my mother.
After leaving the Hee Haw cast to their hilarity, I had to drop by my father’s house to pick up the strawberry cake he has baked for the Times-Gazette’s Relay For Life bake sale tomorrow. Now, I have the first of two loaves of home-baked bread proofing on my kitchen table, ready to go into the oven in a few minutes. Those loaves will also go into the same bake sale.
Even if you didn’t know Mary Margaret, or my mother, and even if you weren’t a Roger Ebert fan, you have lost someone to cancer. You also know someone who has beaten cancer, almost certainly with the help of advances derived from American Cancer Society-funded research.
The Relay For Life motto is “Celebrate. Remember. Fight Back.” As we celebrate cancer survivors, and remember those we’ve lost, let’s not forget the third part of that equation. Get a colonoscopy. Use sunscreen. Exercise. It’s not too late to form a Relay For Life team, wherever you are, but if that’s not in the cards you can donate to a team or individual. Drop by your local Relay; it’s not just for the registered participants. There will be concessions, and fun activities, and a moving luminaria ceremony.
He’s right. Let’s make some noise; let’s finish this fight.
The other night, at an American Cancer Society Relay For Life team captain’s meeting, we were talking to some of our new team captains about selling luminaria, torches and balloons for the luminaria ceremony.
The luminary, which is sort of the symbol of Relay, is a small, white paper bag with a candle inside (as well as some sand to keep it from tipping over). For a donation to ACS, you can personalize the luminary to pay some sort of cancer-related tribute – remembering someone you’ve lost to cancer, rejoicing with a cancer survivor, encouraging someone who is currently in treatment, or thanking your caregivers.
During the luminaria ceremony – a part of every Relay event worldwide – the electric lights are turned off and the relay track is lit only by the luminaria (and related tributes, about which I’ll tell you in a second). A recitation remembers those whose lives have been touched, or taken, by cancer. It’s indescribable and incredibly moving. Even if you are not a member of a Relay team, you should make a point of going to your local Relay, patronizing the various concession tents, and sticking around for the luminaria ceremony. I guarantee you will be moved.
Anyway, at our Relay, in addition to the luminaria, we have tiki-like torches with engraved nameplates. Last year, we had intended to launch “sky lanterns” – paper hot-air balloons which are lit by small candles, sort of like floating luminaria. The sky lanterns are used by Relays in other places and were checked out and approved by our local fire department. But, just a few days before Relay, we discovered that they’re technically illegal in Tennessee. So, we replaced them at the last minute with LED-lit balloons. The LED balloons were beautiful – I think they were even better than the sky lanterns would have been.
I had included a shot of the balloon launch as part of my complete Relay video from last year, but after our discussion the other night I agreed to make a video with just the balloon launch which could be used to show potential donors what it looks like. Here is that video:
If you’re interested in purchasing a luminary, you can go to my Relay page and do it online. If you’re interested in purchasing a torch or an LED balloon, contact me and I’ll get you the details.
Well, I had a ringside seat for a major life event this morning. I was doing my weekly reading at Learning Way Elementary, reading to a small group of first graders from a book about Alexander Graham Bell. One of my group mentioned that his tooth was loose, but probably not loose enough to come out, and his mother would take a closer look at it that evening. Well, he kept playing with it, and sure enough it came out, right there at the table in front of me. The teacher sent him to the school nurse, and he returned with the tooth in a little blue plastic container, apparently supplied by, and bearing the name of, a local dental practice.
In my second half hour, at the other class, I read to the whole class – something I hadn’t gotten to do yet – about George Washington, which was fun.
I am enjoying this.
After work, I went to the monthly American Cancer Society Relay For Life committee meeting. We’re still thrilled about the results from the recent dance and live auction, but we aren’t resting on our laurels. We need more teams to participate in the Relay, and we’re making plans for both our upcoming celebrity waiter luncheon and the annual “Hee Haw & Howdy” benefit show. This year’s “Hee Haw” will be dedicated to the memory of Mary Jo Reynolds, a woman who did an awful lot for ACS and who was a staple of past “Hee Haw” productions, playing Nurse Goodbody.
I was surprised and touched when committee member Judi Burton, who had apparently been talking to ACS staffer Harriett Stewart, challenged the members of the committee to contribute money to something completely unrelated to ACS: my mission trip to Sierra Leone.
I love my Relay teammates.
Anyway, please consider organizing a Relay team at your church, workplace, club or school. If you’re reading this out of town, go to the Relay For Life web site to find the event and contact information for your area.
The challenge in recruiting new teams to the American Cancer Society Relay For Life is that, for those who aren’t familiar with Relay, it seems a long way away. Relay events are typically held in the summer, and here it is fall.
But now is the time to form a team – and I’d appreciate a minute of your time to explain why you should form a team, whether at work, at church, through a club or civic group, or just among your circle of friends. It’s a lot of fun, and it can be a great way to honor a cancer survivor in your group or to remember someone special whom you’ve lost to cancer.
Relay For Life is two different things: it’s an event, but it’s also a year-round, grass-roots fund-raising program. Let me explain how it works. Let’s start with the actual Relay event. The event is held somewhere like a high school athletic field or a horse show arena where you can set up a circular or oval walking track. The event may be 12 hours, or 18 hours, or 24 hours long, depending on where you live. The Bedford County, Tennessee, event, for which I’m a committee member, is 18 hours long.
During the length of the event, each participating team must have at least one walker on the track at any given moment. They can divide that up any way they like, either through a formal schedule or (more likely) “I’m tired, someone else take a few laps.” The main thing is that someone from the team must be on the track at all times.
There’s more to the event than just walking – much more – but we’ll leave it there for now. The walking is symbolic, and the fund-raising isn’t tied to the number of laps walked or anything like that. But the participating teams do raise money, and they do it in three ways:
Team fund-raisers: One of our Bedford County teams has a tongue-in-cheek, men-in-drag beauty pageant. Two different teams are selling T-shirts with anti-cancer designs. Another is planning a fall festival. There are as many different team fund-raisers as there are teams, and some teams do several different things over the course of a year. This is why it’s so important to form your team now, so that you can have plenty of time to raise money between now and Relay night.
Individual fund-raising: Each individual participant registers at the Relay For Life web site, which gives you lots of options for reaching out to friends, family and co-workers. There are e-mail templates that you can customize to your liking, or you can start from scratch. By sending e-mail, Facebook or Twitter updates through the official Relay web site, you make it easy for contributors to come to your individual fund-raising page and make a donation, ensuring that you and your team get credit for it.
Relay night fund-raising: During the Relay event, each team has a tent called a “camp site” which serves as a hangout for team members – but also as a concession stand! We invite the public, not just registered walkers, to attend our Relay events. So teams sell hamburgers and hot dogs, or operate a bouncy house, or sell baked goods, or sell wrist-bands in the colors associated with different types of cancer. Again, there are lots of different ideas. Your Relay organizing committee will coordinate things so that there aren’t too many teams selling the same thing.
The camp sites give the Relay a festival atmosphere. There’s sometimes a theme. Last year, Bedford County had a board game theme, with each team picking a board game to use in decorating its camp site. For 2013, our theme will be “Dreaming In Color,” and each team will be assigned the color associated with a particular type of cancer and will have displays related to that cancer.
The Relay event always includes an overnight component, which symbolizes the struggle faced by cancer patients. A Relay event begins with a “survivor’s lap,” in which those who have survived cancer take the first lap around the track and are celebrated. That may be followed by a “caregiver lap,” saluting all of those who’ve taken care of a cancer patient.
The symbol of Relay, featured in a TV public service announcement that you may have seen this year, is the luminaria, a paper bag with a candle inside. For a donation to the American Cancer Society, you can personalize a luminaria to honor a cancer survivor or someone we’ve lost to cancer:
At some point after sundown, a special luminaria ceremony is held. All of the electric lights are turned off, leaving the track lit only by the luminaria (and/or similar tribute flames like torches or sky lanterns). Often, this is accompanied by a dramatic reading touching on the themes raised by cancer – love, struggle, hope, loss and survival. It can be a deeply-moving experience, I promise you.
There’s also a “fight back” moment during the event, at which participants commit to do what they can to fight cancer, through lifestyle changes and screening tests like colonoscopies and mammograms. (I turned 50 this year, and I’ll be fasting tomorrow for a colonoscopy on Monday.)
And then there’s also a lot of fun, especially in the wee hours of the morning when organizers try to keep everyone’s energy level high. We play an enormous game of musical chairs, with the chairs located all around the perimeter of the walking track. There may be live entertainment, or an auction, or other fun activities.
Here’s some video that I made at our 2012 Relay here in Bedford County, to give you a little of the flavor of the event:
This is something that you and your group should be involved in. As I participate, I remember my mother, my co-worker Danette Williams, Phillip Oliver from church, and many others lost to cancer, even as I celebrate survivors like Vickie Hull or current cancer patients like Don Ladd or Mary Margaret Willems. Your world has been touched by cancer too, I can almost guarantee it.
The American Cancer Society uses the money raised for research – life-saving research, which has been making great strides for decades. But there’s still a long way to go. ACS also has patient services like Hope Lodge and Look Good, Feel Better, and advocates for causes like having screening tests covered by insurance.
Go to the Relay For Life website now and find the Relay event in your community. And talk to your church, your co-workers, your friends about it. You’ll have a great time, and for a great cause. Relay’s slogan is “Celebrate. Remember. Fight Back,” and this is a chance to do all three.
I got pulled over by a crazy woman Friday morning.
I was on U.S. 231, just south of Murfreesboro, when the car behind me honked at me, zipped around in front of me, dropped back behind me again. The driver then started motioning for me to pull over – and it was at that point that I recognized the irrepressible Judi Burton.
Judi and I were headed to the same place – the American Cancer Society Relay For Life Mid-South Division Leadership Summit at the Gaylord Opryland Resort & Convention Center in Nashville. She suggested that we drop my car off in Murfreesboro and carpool the rest of the way – but I’d have to find a different way home because she was going to have to leave early on Saturday.
You’d have to know Judi, a hairdresser who has been involved in the American Cancer Society, the local “Hee Haw & Howdy” cancer benefit, and Relay For Life for many years.
Anyway, we left my car at Kroger in Murfreesboro and continued on to what most of us still refer to as just the Opryland Hotel.
It was weeks ago that my sister picked the date of Aug. 25 for a surprise 75th birthday party for our father, the Rev. Jack Carney. His actual birthday was Aug. 17, and then – as is our family custom – we had our normal cake-and-ice-cream observance over the weekend, on Aug. 19, so that Dad would not suspect that his real party was coming up a week later.
Dad knew nothing about the party, which had guests coming from as far away as Mississippi and North Carolina, but he did know about two of the guests: my Aunt Nell, his sister, and Uncle Kenneth drove down Thursday from Louisville, Ky., and have been staying with him. The original plan was for Ms. Rachel, Aunt Nell and Uncle Kenneth to get Dad away from the house Saturday morning so that we could set up for the party and so that all of our guests could arrive.
Then, earlier this week, Mary Jo Reynolds – a former parishoner of Dad’s and a dear friend to the family – passed away, and her family scheduled her visitation and memorial service this morning, and asked Dad to join the Rev. Ellen Hill in officiating the memorial service.
Because we had out-of-town guests coming, including my brother Michael and his family from North Carolina, we went ahead with plans for the party, and I think Mary Jo would have approved of that decision. We now had no worries about getting Dad away from the house – the visitation, at 10 a.m, and the memorial service, at 11, had him away exactly when we needed. I told my sister I wanted to go to the funeral – partly because Dad would expect to be there, and partly because, as a Relay For Life volunteer, I felt I needed to be there. (Mary Jo was a tireless volunteer for the American Cancer Society, in a number of different roles, and for many years was one of the prime movers behind the annual “Hee Haw & Howdy” benefit revue.)
It was a lovely service. There was a huge turnout for Mary Jo, and I ended up sitting in the fellowship hall at Mt. Olivet UMC, which was set up as an overflow room. We heard Dad and Rev. Hill just fine, but at the end of the service, when they gave friends and family the opportunity to share their memories, those folks weren’t on the sound system and we could hear them only faintly through the open door. I’m sure some great memories were shared, but I didn’t hear them.
Dad had no clue about the surprise party – evidenced, in part, by the fact that he took his time getting back home after the memorial service. We had a wonderful turnout, with people from various parts of the family, various churches he’s pastored, and other friends and acquaintances.
A good time was had by all. My sister made a wonderful cake which depicted the timeline of Dad’s life, and my brother Thomas brought a number of different flavors of homemade ice cream. After we got everything taken down and cleaned up, returned tables and chairs to First UMC, and my various siblings departed, I went to the Tennessee Walking Horse National Celebration, which is also where Dad, Mrs. Rachel, Aunt Nell and Uncle Kenneth ended up. Being from Louisville, Aunt Nell and Uncle Kenneth are more familiar with the Kentucky Derby than the TWHNC, but they seem to be enjoying themselves.
I’m home now, although I’ll stay up to hear the results of tonight’s all-important aged stallion class, the key preliminary to next Saturday’s World Grand Championship. It’s been a long day, but a good one.