A good man
leaves an inheritance to his children's children…
(Proverbs 13:22)
In a strange way, our family life
changed for the better during the summer of 2012. When my father-in-law passed
unexpectedly, we had to drive from Texas to Indiana to make the final
arrangements. Typically, our preferred method of travel for any trip over four
hours was to fly; but with no notice, the tickets were ridiculously expensive
in both dollars and airline points, so we elected to drive. That trip was
the first time in over five years that we were confined in a car together
for that many hours.
In those five years, a lot changed
in our family. We used to entertain our son with videos; but on that trip, he
entertained himself with the music on his IPod or with video games. We used to
have to bring music to avoid constantly searching for radio stations, but on that
trip we had satellite radio. We used to be in a rush to get from point A to
point B, but on that trip, we took the time to see and talk about the sites along
the way. As a family, we have always traveled together, but on that trip, we remembered
the importance of passing down stories, singing songs, and creating family
memories and traditions.
In the years since, our family
summer trips have taken us to Nashville, returning through Phenix City, to
visit another branch of the family tree; to Washington D.C., to visit many
of the national treasures, including watching the fireworks from the National
Mall and visiting the King Memorial. The trip to DC triggered a new tradition:
on our subsequent travels, in addition to mainstream museums and aquariums, we
would tour and take pictures at lesser known memorial parks. So while we were visiting Birmingham
last summer, we went to see the historic 16th Street
Baptist Church, and we introduced our son to my favorite Temptation, making a
stop to take pictures at the Eddie Kendrick Memorial Park. This year’s must-sees
include stopping in Knoxville to visit the 12 ft bronze statue of Alex Haley,
my muse for journaling my story, and returning to the Augusta area to see our
first house, as well as visit the slave pillar and the James Brown statue, erected
after we moved.
Indirectly, my father-in-law is
responsible for this renewed sense of family traditions. It’s funny, no matter
how many times we offered, he would never fly to visit us. He preferred to take
his time and drive his pickup truck. I did not get it then, but now, I
understand. What family customs or memories are you passing down to your
children, that prayerfully, they will pass along to their children? Feel free to comment or send me an email to latanyua.robinson@gmail.com. If
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