Alice’s Window

Dear Reader:

Don’t we all have a window that is our favorite to look out on to see our small piece of the world.

One of my favorite Nerburn stories is one he shared from a nursing home many years ago. He was visiting a friend at a nursing home who was no longer aware of his existence , much less visitation, and was deeply depressed and disturbed by the sadness of the patients all around him.

One nurse picked up on this and told him he must meet ” Alice” before he left… he was so glad he did….

He was writing about life in nursing homes also and felt he needed a bright spot-he found it in Alice.

When he introduced himself and asked if he could ask her a few questions about life in this place …she quietly nodded.

Her eyes never left one window. ” Look,” she said finally, pointing out the window. Far in the distance was the cupola of a cathedral.

” Isn’t it beautiful”? ” I come here every day to watch the sun rise. I have been all over Europe-seen Notre Dame, St Peter’s and the Duomo in Florence. But none was more beautiful than this and I get to see it every day for free!”

As we shared the cathedral, the dawn, and the radiant morning light… she reached over and grabbed my hand.

” Isn’t this a gift?”

Nerburn concludes…” I had approached Alice with sadness…on the shrinking horizons of her life that framed the boundaries of her day… but those were my tears, not hers. Her tears were for the beauty. From her window she received the spirit of dawn.”

So until tomorrow… Where some see limitations … we should all see possibilities.

Staying here with the grandchildren… my possibilities are endlessly delicious!

We all met up for pizza outside for supper last night…fun for the kids running around outside-freezing for the adults as the temps dropped quickly! Burr!!!!

… and my cow dogs / grand dogs for a going away party Tommy and Kaitlyn threw for friends moving to Texas!

Today is has favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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3 Responses to Alice’s Window

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    So very true….life is what you make it…saw that with my own Mother…she got all of the people who played bingo to give their winnings to the activity director who was going on a mission trip…it wasn’t much but it gave them a purpose and touched her heart….

    Love the cowdogs!

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  2. Jo Dufford says:

    This is a great story to remind us to see the beauty around us. I wonder how many people had ever seen the beauty Alice saw every day? That picture of the cowdogs could win a prize. So glad your grands are having this week to make memories with Boo. Glad you’ll have some good memories to think about too in the weeks to come.

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  3. Becky Dingle says:

    I sent this message onto Kaitlyn and Tommy – they loved your comments on the ” cow dogs!” I loved your finding beauty in the ordinary- so like you!!!

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