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Ruminations on celebrations

2/24/2016

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I celebrated a birthday last weekend. It wasn't a milestone birthday in the sense of marking a new decade or half-decade, but for reasons I'll get to in a moment, this year feels like a significant one to commemorate all the same.
 
Not that I really need significant to celebrate; I just like to celebrate. I've never understood those people who say their birthday is just another day. Maybe it's the five year old in me, but I want my birthday to be special. Not necessarily attention-must-be-paid-to-me special (although, okay, I do love opening cards and reading Facebook posts on the big day), but definitely not-my-usual-routine special.

PictureThe Ray-made camera box with gift card
This year my birthday fell on a Saturday, when plenty of not-my-usual-routine options were available. The day started with a surprise gift from Ray—a handmade wooden box shaped like a camera, with a camera store gift card hidden inside. Then, with his workshop cleared of anything I wasn't supposed to see, Ray gave me a sneak preview of the fairy house he's building for Camp Newaygo's Enchanted Forest event.

PictureAuthorpalooza (Photo by Wendy Nystrom)
A little later, we took a drive to Big Rapids, where we stopped in at Authorpalooza, a book fair where some of my writer friends were selling and signing their books. You'll hear more about that event in an upcoming post. For now, I'll just say it was a delight to see a roomful of people talking about books on a sunny and unusually warm day when so many other possibilities beckoned.

PictureBig Rapids Riverwalk



Soon, those sunny-day possibilities beckoned to us, and we left Authorpalooza to stroll along the Riverwalk
, shoot a few pictures and watch chunks of ice careening down the Muskegon River like tubers on a summer afternoon. We capped off the day with dinner and Drinkin' Buddy Session Ale at Newaygo Brewing Co., followed by cake, ice cream and birthday-card-opening at home.


Definitely a not-my-usual-routine day. In fact, an altogether glorious way to spend birthday #67. Which brings me to some of the reasons I'm feeling especially celebratory this year.
 
First, it was fifty years ago that I turned seventeen in American Samoa, during the year I chronicle in my memoir, Mango Rash. The night of my poolside birthday party at Pago Pago Intercontinental Hotel stands out in memory not only because I was heartsick over the boyfriend who was moving back to the States, but also because I was surrounded by a cadre of loyal and big-hearted friends—Samoan and American—who embraced me in spite of my eccentricities.

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My 17th birthday party in Samoa
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Me (back to camera) in mod flowered dress
In that Samoa year, I came to understand impermanence as never before—through a house fire, a hurricane and numerous wrenching departures. But I also forged some of my most durable friendships. Val, my constant companion in Samoa, is still a cherished friend. Though I can no longer amble over to her house in my flip-flops—she's in North Carolina, I'm in Michigan—we keep tabs on each other on Facebook and catch up with long phone conversations about once a month. Wendy, too, is still dear to my heart, as are many more Samoa comrades and friends from other times and places who've stuck with me through the years (plus all my new friends here in Newaygo!).

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My mom, me and Val in Samoa
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With Val in 2013
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Samoa friends Wendy, Joyce and me, 1966
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With Wendy in 2011
That same year, fifty years ago, is significant for another reason. In the late summer of 1966, I was first diagnosed with cancer. Every day of every year since, I marvel that I'm still here. Now, with the half-century anniversary of that diagnosis approaching, I have even more reason to rejoice. I wish I could report that the past 50 years have been completely cancer-free. They haven't been—I've had a couple of recurrences—but the last episode was 25 years ago. Another milestone to mark.

PictureMore, please!
Interestingly, in light of my usual willingness to celebrate almost anything, I've never been one to commemorate my cancer anniversaries. It's partly because I refuse to let the disease define me, and maybe also because I'm also a touch superstitious, afraid that making a fuss about my good health might jinx it. This year, though, I can't resist taking note of these anniversaries (especially if extra cake and ice cream might be involved!).


PictureMy seventh birthday
My sister-in-law Joy recently reminded me of yet another anniversary to observe this year. It was on my seventh birthday, sixty years ago, that Joy and my brother had the first date that led to their enduring marriage. Joy remembers that night for how upset my parents were that my 21-year-old, med-school-bound brother had skipped his little sister's birthday dinner to go out with a girl who was still in high school. All I remember is how entranced I was with Joy when she and my brother made a brief appearance that night. With her cat-eye glasses and shoulder-length pageboy, she was the most glamorous creature I'd ever laid eyes on.

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Joy in 1956
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With the still-glamorous Joy in 2008
When she and my brother married later that year, Joy and I became sisters—forget the in-law part. And like most sisters, we've had both tense and tender times. But lately, tender has far outweighed tense, and I've realized I truly love Joy as a sister. So this year, I celebrate the strength of our sixty-year sisterhood.
As long as I've got so many big things to celebrate this year, why not celebrate some small ones, too? I'm starting a list, and after reading mine, maybe you'll make a list of your own and share it here. Here's the beginnings of mine:
 
In 2016, I hereby resolve to celebrate: 
  • Every encouraging word about my work from a reviewer, agent or editor, even if accompanied by criticism or rejection.
  • The first contingent of bluebirds staking claims on the houses Ray built for them two years ago.
  • The first summer day warm enough to drink beer on the front porch.
  • Every bud on the wildflowers I'm encouraging to grow in front of our house. I say "bud," not "blossom," because the deer and groundhogs usually nip off the heads before the flowers can bloom. But instead of cursing the critters, I'll applaud the flowers for their efforts.
  • YOU, dear readers, who make this whole endeavor fun every week.
11 Comments
Tonya Howe
2/24/2016 02:37:49 pm

I'm so glad you have the ability to share in such an enchanting way the stories of your most unusual , fastinating, and adventurous life (with all of us). Thanks again .Happy 67th, ♡,Tonya

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Nan link
2/25/2016 08:08:56 am

Thanks, Tonya. I'm happy that you're enjoying the posts. I have one in mind that you and Eldon would be a perfect fit for!

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Katherine Myers
2/24/2016 04:10:15 pm

Is that tiramisu? If you only allow yourself cake twice a year, and I'm assuming Ray gets to chose on his birthday, I'm curious what you chose to enjoy!
It's a long while until my next birthday, but I think I"ll try to make sure I actually celebrate it a little more than usual. Thanks for sharing your day!

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Nan
2/25/2016 08:18:05 am

It's Tuxedo Mousse cake, Kay. (Although I did almost opt for tiramisu). And it's not so much that I only allow myself cake twice a year, but that I don't really like cake most of the time, but I really LOVE it on my birthday. Go figure.

From what I read on Facebook, you seem to find a lot to celebrate in your life!

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Katherine Myers
2/26/2016 06:33:49 pm

Now that I think about it, I'm a pie person myself! Dad always chose coconut cream pie for his birthday, and we've carried on the tradition.

Valerie
2/24/2016 04:52:16 pm

i noticed that all the other girls has sweet small floral prints while your's was big & bold.
you are such a talented writer. I celebrate fine friends from yoga days and beyond. peace, valeire

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Nan
2/25/2016 08:21:52 am

Interesting observation about the dresses, Valerie. I loved that big, splashy print, but I came to regret the puffed sleeves (not too apparent in the above photo) because they looked too little-girlish. I still wore the heck out of that dress, which I believe was one of the first ones I made all by myself without my mother doing the hard parts.

Thanks for the kind words about the writing.

I celebrate fine yoga friends, too!

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Darwin
3/1/2016 04:30:44 pm

Got me all teary, Nancy, with them really starting to flow at the text around the cake photo, which really wasn't about cake at that point.

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Nan
3/2/2016 06:42:49 am

Awww, Darwin, you are such a friend of the heart. Thank you for the love (and tears). I think you'll enjoy the new post I just put up today, especially the first image.

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Sue
3/5/2016 06:26:20 am

What talent you have weaving words in and out of many experiences! I enjoy the posts, the content and most of all being your yoga friend.
Namaste

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Nan
3/5/2016 07:31:26 am

I'm so glad you're enjoying the posts, Sue. My yoga sisters inspire me!

Namaste

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