Churchill-Buckner Wedding PHOTOS…February 28, 2015

Churchill-Buckner Wedding Vestavia Hills Baptist Church Birmingham, Alabama February, 28, 2015

Churchill-Buckner Wedding
Vestavia Hills Baptist Church
Birmingham, Alabama
February, 28, 2015

Some of you have requested seeing photographs of our wedding.

Our photographers, Butch and Joy Oglesby at Blue Moon Studios, have helped us by providing a web-link to see photos from the wedding.

Simply click on this link and you’ll be taken to a spot to view the photos.

We’ve had fun reviewing them in the past couple of weeks.

Wally

http://bluemoonstudios.smugmug.com/Weddings/Sheryl-and-Wally

 

 

Taking My Breath Away

Early in my new relationship with Sheryl, we took a weekend trip to Asheville, North Carolina with friends.  In one of Asheville’s junk stores, I bought a reproduced sign that read:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take

but by the moments that take our breath away.

During my life, I’ve been fortunate enough to have my share of moments that do just that.  Like the beautiful clear blue sky I saw while on a picnic at the Meriweather Lewis historic sight near Columbia, Tennessee.  Or hearing a John Philip Sousa march on the Fourth of July.  A Wendell Berry poem has taken my breath away as has Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto.

On a Sunday night while sitting alone in my Atlanta condo, I had another life-measuring moment.

I logged onto the web site of a Nashville art gallery owned by a family friend.  When the web site opened, an x-ray photograph appeared on my screen.  Simply put:  it took my breath away. The melding of the photographer’s scientific creativity (his love of x-rays) with his passion for photography resulted in a beautiful floral photo.

On that Sunday night, I sucked air as I viewed the photo.

The next day, I called my Nashville friend and bought the photograph.  I then had it framed, carried it to Birmingham and talked Sheryl into hanging it on her dining room wall where (I hoped) it would remind her of our blossoming relationship.  The photograph was on “permanent loan” from the Wally Buckner Museum in Atlanta.

Very early in this round of our relationship, I had sent Sheryl a bouquet of white tulips upon her retirement.  Not wanting to embarrass her, I had signed the accompanying card with these words:  “Thank you for your 37 years of service.  W.”  It was only after several days passed that she figured out who had sent the tulips and she emailed me  to thank me for the flowers.

When we eventually became engaged and began talking about wedding plans, Sheryl asked:  “Do you think we could take out those tulips in this photo and use them in some way as a wedding motif?”

That’s when I called the photographer, Knoxville-based Don Dudenbostel, and we chatted about our using the photograph.  I found Don to be engaging, kind, and open to our using the tulips as a wedding motif.  “The photo is yours,” he said.  “Use it in your wedding in any way you think is appropriate.”

So with the help of a friend and outstanding graphics design artist in Atlanta, Laura Nalesnik, the tulips became our symbol.

The tulips have appeared throughout our wedding communications and at the wedding reception on February 28, 2015.

We utilized the tulip design on our Save the Date card, our wedding invitations, and Thank You cards.  The photo was a focal point at the groom’s table at our wedding reception

Dudenbostel photo on display at our wedding reception

Photo by Don Dudenbostel

Last week, I received an email from The Arts Company stating that Don Dudenbostel would be present to discuss his photography with anyone interested in attending a Saturday afternoon session.  Sheryl and I took advantage of this and drove to Nashville to meet Don and to thank him for the impact his photograph has had on our journey.

 

Sheryl, Wally, and Don Dudenbostel at The Arts Company, March 14, 2015

Sheryl, Wally, and Don Dudenbostel at The Arts Company, March 14, 2015

 

It’s not often that you get to thank someone in person for giving you a moment that took your breath away.  We’re grateful, Don.

Two Christmas Eves

Three shepherd yard decorations under the Star of David

Three shepherd yard decorations under the Star of David

This Christmas I went to two Christmas Eve services.

In two different cities.

In two different states.

Held by two different denominations.

On two different days!

I know…how could I attend two different Christmas Eve services on two different days?

The first service in Kansas City was held on Tuesday, December 23rd.  I attended with my daughter and grandchildren.

They worship at the downtown campus of the Church of the Resurrection—a  Leawood, Kansas Methodist Church.  Held in a large former bar, the crowd filled every available space on two floors.  So many people attend that they had to schedule Christmas Eve services on multiple days!

The service was led by the local campus pastor, staff, and musicians. It largely consisted of Scripture lessons and carols sung by the congregation. The sermon focused on the coming of the Light of Jesus into the world’s Darkness.

As one example of extending Christ’s light in today’s world, the pastor showed a clip from a recent CBS Sunday Morning program that told the story of a wealthy Kansas City Secret Santa who “deputized” the local sheriff’s department to assist him in distributing cash to unsuspecting recipients through random acts of kindness. Here was a true Christmas story! (To see this short, heart-warming clip, go to YouTube and search for Secret Santa Saves Christmas and CBS Sunday Morning.)

After church the four of us continued a family Christmas tradition by going to Starbucks and then driving around neighborhoods enjoying many houses decorated with Christmas lights.

It was great spending this time with Elizabeth, Katarina and Benjamin!

(Left to Right) Benjamin, Elizabeth, and Katarina at Resurrection Church, Kansas City, Missouri on Tuesday, December 23, 2014

(Left to Right) Benjamin, Elizabeth, and Katarina at Resurrection Church, Kansas City, Missouri on Tuesday, December 23, 2014

On Wednesday, December 24th—true Christmas Eve—I flew from Kansas City to Atlanta and then drove to Birmingham arriving in time to attend a service with Sheryl at her church—Vestavia Hills Baptist.

The service—filled with carols, Christmas meditations, communion, and music from the bell choir—included a homily by the pastor on how the Christmas season reminds us of the importance of using imagination. I recalled once again that the biblical story tells how utterly amazed the shepherds were when they received word of Jesus’ birth. The news they received that night was truly startling and life-changing. It could have only been received by people who imagined the possibility of a completely new future.

He reminded us of a verse of Scripture that Sheryl and I have cited many times along our journey. It states that God is “able to do far more than all we can ask for or imagine” (Ephesians 3:20).

Like the night before in Kansas City, after the service Sheryl and I had our own “light date.”  She introduced me to one of her favorite yard decorations which depicts three shepherds viewing a lighted Star of David with a manger below. (See picture above.)  We recalled her pastor’s meditation on Ephesians 3:20 and the shepherd’s response.

It was wonderful spending the evening with Sheryl!

My hope is that your Christmas was filled

with light that comes

from familiar stories,

family traditions,

the love of family and friends,

and the hope of a new year filled with imagined possibilities.

Mine was.

Sheryl Churchill and Wally Buckner at Vestavia Hills Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama on Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Sheryl Churchill and Wally Buckner at Vestavia Hills Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama on Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Banking Family Memories

"Little Thrifty" Hummel Figurine

“Little Thrifty” Hummel Figurine

Many of you know that I’m an inveterate archiver of all kinds of family documents, photographs and memorabilia. I have my grandparents’ ration booklets from the 1940’s. I have photographs of more than one set of great-great-great-grandparents. I have toys my father played with in the 1920s.

All of these items are in folders filed in plastic bins in my garage.  My computer database helps me easily find an item’s location and retrieve it.

This weekend I discovered some family memorabilia I didn’t even know I had.

I spent some time moving my Hummel figurine collection. That’s when I picked up a Goebel bank called “Little Thrifty.”  When I moved it I heard a small rattle from inside. The rattle was too small to be coins so I turned the bank upside down and shook it.  That’s when a baby tooth fell out…and then another…and then another…until there was a total of four.  These were the first baby teeth that Elizabeth “lost.”  Lynda had ‘banked’ them away (i.e. archived them) in her own way by depositing them in “Little Thrifty.”

Elizabeth's first baby teeth

Elizabeth’s first baby teeth

The apostle Paul wrote—When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways (1 Corinthians 13:11 NIV).

Elizabeth certainly outgrew her childhood and gave up her childish ways becoming a fine woman and mother. But Lynda knew that one day we would want to remember this part of Elizabeth’s childhood so she ‘banked’ these tiny memories away for the future.

On Monday I’m flying to Kansas City to spend a few days with Elizabeth and my grandchildren. “Little Thrifty” and it’s treasure will be traveling with me.

Merry Christmas and hoping you find some ‘banked’ treasures this season as we celebrate the birth of God’s Son!

A Memorium to Lynda at All Saints’

Lynda;s Memorial Flowers

Lynda;s Memorial Flowers December 14, 2014 at All Saints’ Episcopal Church

Today brings to a closure this season of special remembrance of Lynda.  Friday, December 12, 2014 was the first anniversary of her death.  This morning she was honored with flowers on the altar at our church, All Saints’ Episcopal Church in Atlanta.

For the past few blogs you have joined me in remembering her through photos and words about her life.  Her memory will live on through the relationships she had with our daughter, Elizabeth, each of our grandchildren, Katarina and Benjamin, her mother, Margie Whitaker, her brother, Rob Whitaker, her colleagues, and extended family and friends.

Thank you for your prayers during her bout with cancer and throughout this year.  I am grateful.

Now, as she would say to you, “Have a very merry Christmas!”

Lynda and Elizabeth

In recent days, I have posted essays and photos focusing on Lynda and her grandchildren…Katarina and Benjamin.  It’s time now, to focus on Lynda and our daughter, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was born in our sixth year of marriage.  We, of course, were thrilled with her upcoming birth—as were our parents.

Here are three favorite photos of Elizabeth and her mother from different stages in Elizabeth’s life—as a young girl, as a near-teenager, and as a young adult.

Easter Sunday 1979

Easter Sunday 1979

This photo was taken at our home in Lubbock, Texas.  The glass basket of Easter eggs helps me date the photo (April 15, 1979).  I love Elizabeth’s quizzical expression and Lynda’s “teaching posture”…the holding of hands.  Though I don’t recall—because of the chocolate eggs—my guess is that Lynda is “explaining” the Easter bunny.  This is a special Buckner Family Photo…and I hope it’s special to you too.

 

On the Seattle Ferry

On the Seattle Ferry, March 1986

During spring break in 1986, Lynda, Elizabeth and I went to the Pacific Northwest.  We rode inter-tubes down Mount Rainier…we hiked in a rain forrest in the Olympic Mountains…we visited with friends…and we rode the ferry from Seattle to Victoria, Canada.  This photo is a favorite because of its composition.  Lynda and Elizabeth show the comfortable, relaxed fun we all were having.  It was a special moment on a very special trip.

 

At a Mary Kay Cosmetics Convention in Dallas, Texas

At a Mary Kay Cosmetics Convention in Dallas, Texas (July 2003)

In the summer of 2003, we joined Elizabeth and several of her team members at the Mary Kay Convention in Dallas.  Here you see our grown up daughter and her mother…both dressed up for a party banquet.  My recollection of the event was the enjoyment Lynda had being with Elizabeth and her friends.

There you have it…three slices of Elizabeth’s life with her mother.  She continues to make me quite proud.

We both miss Lynda (especially this week). There’ll be at least one more posting about Lynda in a few days.  On Sunday the flowers at our church in Atlanta will be placed upon the altar in her honor.  I’ll post a photo.

Thank you for your long time friendship, love, and prayers for all the Buckners (current and future).

A Pilgrimmage to Kenyon College

The Middle Path at Kenyon College (with my shadow!)

The Middle Path at Kenyon College (with my shadow!)

Thirty years ago I was an avid reader of the daily newspaper THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR.  In 1986, I read an interview with the phenomenal southern author Eudora Welty.  At the end of the interview, she was asked what she had been reading lately.  “I’m reading for a second time Peter Taylor’s new novel A Summons to Memphis,” she replied.

I thought that if Miss Welty would read this novel twice, I could at least read it once.

A couple of days later, I found myself in Elder’s Bookshop in Nashville talking with Mr. Elder’s grandson about Peter Taylor.  The grandson had heard a reading Taylor had given earlier at nearby Vanderbilt University.  “Would you like a first edition of Summons?” he asked.

I had never considered first editions…but that day started me on what has become a passion for collecting (often) signed first editions by largely southern authors.  Summons, in fact, won the 1986 Pulitzer Prize for fiction.

Since then, I’ve collected all of Taylor’s work, met him once, and become familiar with his life.

Me at Kenyon College

Me at Kenyon College

Around 1940 he began teaching writing at his alma mater Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio before teaching at Ohio State University and the University of Virginia.  Kenyon is an outstanding liberal arts college of 1,600 students and 200 faculty.  It’s campus is beautiful.

This Thanksgiving I found myself in Ohio for only the second time in my life when Sheryl and I completed the third leg of our 2014 Friends and Family Tour.  This time we were visiting her brother’s family in Columbus.  Our visit was memorable and included a combined wedding shower and birthday party for Sheryl (given by Sheryl’s nieces), visits to Lewis and Clark sites in Louisville…and a pilgrimage to Kenyon College and the beautiful surrounding Amish countryside nearby.

On our trip I not only got to meet new family members but also got to remember Eudora Welty and Peter Taylor…and their stories!

Hope you had a good Thanksgiving.  I did.

Lynda Having Fun with Benjamin

"Here Comes the Ball"

“Here Comes the Ball”

 

During Spring Break in 2007, Lynda and I went to Kansas City to see “the kids.”

Her time with Benjamin that trip is memorable.

Lynda recognized that active play was what Benjamin would enjoy.  Her encouraging this kind of play surely helped him to explore how things work.  Today he enjoys his Legos and can create most anything in a short amount of time.

Drawing on the same skills she used in the classroom, she looked for available things with which to engage Benjamin in play. Her choice one day was a cardboard tube and a Whiffle ball.

The ball fit nicely into the tube. They played “where’s the ball” for a long time. She’d put the ball in one end of the tube and roll it down to Benjamin.

His expressions tell the tale. I’d love to be able to play the audio of this play session. His shrieks were marvelous!

 

"Here It Comes"

“Watch Out…Here It Comes Again!”

 

These are favorite pictures of mine. They conjure up good memories of the moments Lynda spent interacting with Ben.

Benjamin turns ten in January! He’s very special and I’m quite proud of him.

 

Ben in 2014

Ben in 2014

Teacher as Babysitter

 

Lynda and Katarina

Lynda and Katarina

 

In recent days, I have had the need and opportunity to review many of the thousands of digital photos I have on my computer. That’s when I ran across this one.

If a picture tells a thousand words, then this one tells several thousand.

Lynda was always a multi-tasker. She never sat down just to watch television. She preferred working on lesson plans, grading papers or crocheting a baby afghans while listening to the television.

In this photo, she’s also multi-tasking.

She’s grading math papers…and caring for our less-than-two-year-old granddaughter, Katarina. Even though we lived more than 800 miles apart, Lynda made certain that every minute counted…even enlisting Katarina’s help on grading papers.

Note the concentration both have on the student’s math paper.

The photo shows the care that Lynda gave to both her teaching responsibilities and her role as grandmother

I love looking at this photo…and hope you do too.

Here’s Katarina a couple of months ago.

Katarina (2014)

Katarina (2014)

 

Next:  Lynda and Benjamin