Wholly Trinity (Pic of the Week)
Posted in Pic of the Week on Mar 21st, 2008
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Herein lie (or sit, as it were) the guy who was my closest friend growing up, the guy who was my closest friend in college, and the guy who is my closest friend now (not in that order). I’m still in occasional touch with the first two (sitting), and I live in the same town as the last.
I took this picture the night we arrived in Nicholasville, Kentucky. We slept on a hard church floor in anticipation of Ichthus — two days of unadulterated Christian rock. Held in a farmer’s field in Wilmore, Kentucky, it began in 1970 as a Christian answer to Woodstock.
Those who read here often might remember the name “Alvis.” That’s him prostrate on the sidewalk. The guy in the blue bag is the one who visited us here in Texas a while back, and the one looking at you won the bridge-building contest I wrote about earlier. In no particula order, one now works in IT, the other in insurance, and one recently managed Isaac Hayes’ tour.
Indeed, we Arkansas boys have ended up on divergent paths.
The four of us were religious in our own ways in college (where I met two of them), and have our own varied views now. But that’s not the point of this piece.
In fact, I’m not sure it has a point, except as I write this I sit in the house that saw me grow from two years old to 18, and has caught fleeting glimpses of me ever since. Maybe that’s made me nostalgic.
Nah, I think it’s just that I was glad to find something to use as Pic of the Week.
My son’s outside with my mother and his cousin feeding horses, and I still sit on the couch, covered by a quilt made by my great-grandmother. Called “the Dutch boy quilt,” (because it has little Dutch boys all over it), it no doubt will follow our family until it’s in tatters.
So, this post is about the past, the present, and the future. Kind of like those three guys up there. Here’s to all three.
It might not have a well honed point, as such. But it’s a nicely reflective post and captures two very different moments in time. Very cool.
Enjoy your time with your family, my friend, and have a safe trip home.
I am with Moksha….writing at times can just be a reflection of the writer and a point in a writers life. It doesnt always have to have a earth shattering point.
I like this and I would love to see that quilt. Sounds very nostalgic!
Wow… Alvis sure had a lot more hair back then, eh?
(Says the bald, stubbly guy.)
Here’s to nostalgia!
Moksha - I kind of like the feeling I got re-reading it.
We are, indeed, having a great time.
Anna - Hmmm… you got me thinking about the quilt.
Simon - Ha! I hoped someone would notice his hair. Takes one to know one, I guess.
Nice photo, and story about them…. yes, looking into the past is fun some times, as we’ve seen in some of my more recent posts. *S*
I guess it’s safe to say that you weren’t sleeping on the hard floor so that you’d have more beer money, so I have to assume there was not enough collective cash to pony up for a hotel room. Sleeping on the ground is no fun, even if it is a climate controlled environment.
Do you remember any of the acts that played? I think that was at the tail end of Stryper’s reign.
Dave - You’ve had some great travel posts lately. Our accommodations and our destinations weren’t quite that nice!
Charles - I didn’t include the detail that we were there with a group of about 15, so getting rooms would have been expensive.
Also, during the picture above, all of us sat outside waiting for someone to come unlock the church.
Good times… good times.
Oh, almost forgot. Bands included Michael W. Smith, D.C. Talk, The Prayer Chain, The Newsboys, Dakoda Motor Co. (a Skynard band members’ daughter/neice or something sang for them), etc. I may be blending in bands from one year’s trip with the next, but you get the idea. Some you’ve heard of, some you haven’t. Stryper wasn’t there either year I went, but heavy metal band Whitecross was.
Yeah, that would have been a little costly for rooms for sure. I’m sure the memories are better the way you did it anyway.
I’ve heard of Michael W. Smith, but none of the rest of them. As they would say here in Arkansas, “I guess I’m just a Heatherin.”
Still waiting on the quilt shot! :) Thanks for visiting my site. I am so glad that you liked it. It seems like it took me forever! I started working on it 3 months ago. If you hot music #2 you get a ROCKIN’ Lenny Kravitz song! Did you notice the fan shot in the slideshow? I posted that while I was in London and I have actually saved your comment on that photo because it was so nice.
Everytime I see that photo I remember that!
Thanks for all the encouragement!
*hit* music #2. :)
To all:
I was not on that trip, but I remember seeing the photos of that trip back when I was in college. I still live back here in Arkansas albeit in a different town and in different circumstances as well.
At first, I did not notice that Alvis was laying there in the sleeping bag. That picture looks so funny. When I visited Mark a couple of summers ago, I had seen Mark and his wife a few times since college. Alvis and his wife had moved to Texas shortly after graduating from college and getting married. I stayed behind since my family was still here. Until 2006, I had not seen Alvis and his wife until my road trip to northeast Texas. When I saw Alvis, I noticed that he had changed. Yes, Alvis did indeed have more hair back in the early 90s. He even had a beard for awhile.
I had more hair as well. I have started to notice a bald spot forming in the middle of my crown in the last couple of years. When this picture was taken, many of us who hung around with Mark and Alvis were in our early 20s. Fast forward to today, I hate to admit that many of us are now in our mid-to-late 30s. Time marches on.