I took a retreat of sorts this weekend. We loaded the family in our tiny Toyota and drove half a day to Victoria, Texas, and then the Hebron Cemetery just outside the small community of Yoakum. (Yoakum is semi-famous for the Double D Ranch clothing.)
I’m not sure I expected it to be a retreat, but that’s what happened. I left the computer at home and retreated from the net. This is something I haven’t done in a long, long time.
More than that, our trip to the Hebron Cemetery was a retreat from the breakneck pace of life.
Tomorrow’s deadlines don’t seem so cosmically important when I’m standing at the grave of Rev. W. P. Carroll. He was born in 1936. He brought the cedar trees that tower over the cemetery now. (You can see the trunk of one growing up right next to his tombstone.) And W. P. built Hebron Baptist Church where the Carroll family worships every Decoration Sunday before they eat on the grounds with sawhorse tables and cold potluck dishes like homemade whitetail sausage, pinto beans, broccoli salads, and fresh dewberry cobbler if the weather’s been right.
The weather wasn’t right this year. Dewberry’s were still red. And the lovebugs were out something fierce. Walking around the cemetery with my daughter, Carroll, we fought the bugs in our hair, on our arms, on our faces, in our ears, on our clothes. We retreated to the car, me laughing, her screaming, only to find that the bugs followed us into the car.
Speaking of bugs, I found my muse again and wrote a poem about the bugs. That’s what happens when I experience retreat. On retreats, I see the glory of the creation. On retreats, I remember that I’ve been created in the image of a Creator. On retreats, I find my muse again, and feel the Spirit breathing again into all of the ordinary places of my life.
The Spirit always breathes in the ordinary places of my life, but retreats help me remember how to feel that breath.
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WP was born in 1836, not 1936. That hundred years makes a big difference. He is my great great great grandfather, after all.
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Makes me miss Texas. I left a comment about Laity Lodge at Ms. Barkat’s site. I awoke singing a hymn there at the retreat I went on.
Are you related to John Goodyear in Beaumont at St. Stephen’s Episcopal? Does the choir still dress like smurfs?
-Sam
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Thanks, Hon. She keeps me honest, everyone.
Sam (who is not my Hon), I do have an uncle John, but he’s a preacher in Oregon not Beaumont. Maybe they’re long lost twins?
Folks do fly in from out of state for retreats…
So, what is your connection to this place? This cemetery? This man? What brought you there?
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I’ll answer that for you, RLP.
The Carrolls and the Stevens are my ancestors - I am the great granddaughter of a Stevens and a Carroll union. 3 generations of Carrolls and Stevens are buried in this cemetery - both sets of great great great grandparents, both sets of great great grandparents, and both sets of great grandparents. And countless cousins, etc. I am probably related to almost everyone in Victoria and Yoakum, TX.
The first weekend of May is the annual Decoration Day where you spend Saturday cleaning up the cemetery and putting out new silk flowers, and then Sunday after lots of gospel singing at the tiny Fordtran Church of Christ (the Carrolls are not Baptists like the Stevens and we do church with the Carrolls), there is a big picnic on the grounds of the cemetery. The Carrolls, Stevens, and Fudges (another intermarrying clan) are all represented.
More than you wanted to know, I’m sure.
Amy’s last blog post..Moving to Wordpress
Your muse led you to a bug poem… That’s some unorthodox muse. (Maybe the best muses are generally unorthodox? Unexpected? Unusual? Un…)
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