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White Rabbit Road

April 10, 2017

I was having lunch with a friend last week when she asked me what I look for when I go out to take a picture?…

Me: “Huh? You know, Kathy, I don’t really go out to take a picture. I’ve thought about this but what happens, really, is that I come up on a story and it excites me, fascinates me or stops me in my tracks with how beautiful I think it is and then I take a picture. Even if it’s just a moment story I’ll want to capture it. I giggle under my breath when someone calls me a photographer because I really feel like a story gatherer.” Hahaha!

I love stories. I love to hear them, have them told to me, read them, write them…

I come from a very large family and when I was young we gathered a lot and the kids would sit satellite around the adults and listen to them talk and tell their stories. True and some not true stories (at least, I hope they weren’t all true). Hahaha! They were about good times, great times, bad times, terrible times, funny things, sad things but whatever they were about (good or bad) they were always told, somehow, with fondness. Can you imagine? My mother, father, four uncles (heck, one of them wrote songs where he talked his stories over music), both of my grandmothers, grandfather, aunts…it’s amazing really to have so many in one family. My mom always jokes that it was because “we didn’t have money so that’s how we entertained ourselves.” Maybe but I think we were luckier than just not having money — those people were (and are) special and I’m so grateful for them and what they added to my life, to how I see things, to how I want to see things.

Like this moment story on the way back home from taking my Yittle to school. I turned the corner on a foggy morning and I could have sworn I saw my white rabbit (in his usual hurry) dashing off into the fog and trees. I just had to stop and let him know I noticed. 😉

Happy Monday everyone. 🐇

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10 Comments

  • Reply Joe Valencia April 10, 2017 at 11:48 am

    Great story, Kalebra! I remember my grandmother and her sisters telling us stories when I was a kid. I have taken on the role of storyteller – some true, some not-so-true…. – and it is something I really enjoy.

    • Reply kalebrakelby April 10, 2017 at 12:00 pm

      Wonderful! Don’t stop Joe — you and your stories will always be remembered and treasured just the way you remember and treasure your grandmother and her sisters. You’ve made my day — thank you for stopping by. 🙂

  • Reply Clinton Ferrara April 10, 2017 at 1:26 pm

    Sitting with my aunts and uncles at my Nana’s kitchen table in Boston. Nana at the stove stirring the sauce and my grandfather standing at the head of the table, thumb hooked in his vest, gesturing with the pipe in his other hand and saying in his Italian accent,”I’m a gonna tella ya somethin.” Never forget those days with my huge family.

    • Reply kalebrakelby April 10, 2017 at 2:37 pm

      Wait…why’d you stop? Hahaha! I was waiting for the story, Clinton. 😉

      And, that sounds wonderful.

      • Reply Clinton Ferrara April 10, 2017 at 3:19 pm

        I hadn’t thought of it but the story didn’t matter. Some of his family would agree with him and some would disagree. When I grew up and became one of the adults at the table the same story was the same. And I’m a tellin ya, it was fun.

        • Reply kalebrakelby April 11, 2017 at 5:54 pm

          Hahaha! 😉

  • Reply Lisa Gordon April 10, 2017 at 3:19 pm

    What a wonderful story this is, and I’ve so enjoyed reading it. Twice!!
    Happy day to you.

    • Reply kalebrakelby April 11, 2017 at 5:54 pm

      Thank you, Lisa! Happy day to you! 🙂

  • Reply Carolyn Fahm April 10, 2017 at 4:23 pm

    For me, my memories are of my grandmother telling me about her girlhood in Vienna so long ago, and how her face lit up when she heard a Strauss walz and slowly and gracefully danced around the room. I have seen many a rabbit in my life, but that highly unpunctual white rabbit and I have yet to cross paths! Your photo brings back memories of the many foggy San Francisco days in my life, when the sound of the fog-horn sounded so plaintively and yet so reassuringly. What a beautiful road to take us to our memories and imaginations!

    • Reply kalebrakelby April 11, 2017 at 6:07 pm

      Your grandmother’s girlhood stories sound wonderful, Carolyn. Thank you for sharing.

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