Okay, call me a goof but I was SO thrilled last night — I saw my first lightning
bug! “Oh—my — GOSH!” I’m here in beautiful Pennsylvania for a wedding and it’s the first time I’ve ever been to the East Coast.
The wedding is that of the daughter of Love of My Life. It’s the first time I’ve met any of his three daughters or other folks. Absolutely delightful, the lot of ’em. I’ve never been on the “receiving end,” so to speak (being with someone else’s children instead of them hanging with mine). Granted his girls are adults, but they are also, luckily, wonderful human beings that are fun to be around. Their parents did a good job!
Aside from the extreme novelty of the luminescent insects (man, those were cool!), I am constantly amused and intrigued by the differences in childhood experiences and knowledge. Trying to find connections and not scare them away, I started fishing around for something amusing to chime in with, getting nervously chattier by the minute.
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I just assumed every child in the U.S. knew about the Donner Party of California fame so thought nothing of referencing the cannibalistic affair. “Honey, they won’t get the joke because they don’t know who you're talking about ....” Huh? Oh, yeah.
I mean, I'm not a total dolt. I realize there are people in the world who’ve never stepped in ocean waves or experienced the grandeur of the Sierra Nevada mountains or enjoyed a delicious avocado.
By the same token, I’ve never seen small glowing flashes hovering over the grass and shrubs, eaten Shoofly Pie, nor stepped into 200 year-old buildings. The things we take for granted! The weather has been mercifully pleasant, but I know there could be a summer shower at any moment. Imagine that — rain in the summer time!
The bucolic scenery of endlessly green, rolling hills dotted with brick or stacked stone homes and barns is such a contrast to crashing surf on the sheer rock faces of Big Sur. Yes, in Cambria, at least, we do have ranch lands that go from brown to green in times of rare rain. But it is a whole different animal here.
Speaking of animals, how fun was it to see the actual creature for which Groundhog Day was named? How the heck did that come about?
Some of these East Coast things crack me up. I lost track shortly after arrival of all the “- burgs” and “-villes” and townships. It’s so quaint; I love it!
I know, I know. There are plenty of you transplants from back east reading this, but I’ve just never really had cause to truly ponder the different upbringings we’ve given our children, simply based on geographic location. Yes, I realize the difference one may have from Cambria and a Third-World-Country-of-your-choice and even a rural landscape and a metropolis—but in the same country?
I love it! But don’t worry. You’re stuck with me in Cambria. I’ll look forward to coming back east to visit, but the Pacific will start calling me back soon.
Email Lady Tie Di, aka Dianne Brooke, a member of the Coast Unified School District Board of Trustees, at tiedi@att . net, or visit her website at www.ladytiedi.com.