Mother Nature's Seizure

If you think there’s a calm before the storm, you should also think of the calm after the storm. We’ve had some wild weather here lately and, no doubt, will have more in the near future. But after each flash, rumble and drench, the violence ends and it’s peaceful again. Almost as if the skies need to relieve themselves of a built-up tension – sort of what it’s like when you have a convulsive seizure.

Then the skies clear; if it’s daytime, the clouds move out, the sun returns, the streets start to dry and it’s such a nice day. At night, the stars come out again. In either case, we can almost hear the atmosphere exhale in a mighty, “Whew!” and pick up where it had been before all this happened.

The rage is over, the seizure has passed and we are once again at peace.

Everybody has a story.
Ruth Allen Davis, age 103, died June 22. Mrs. Davis was the elder daughter of Gilbert Shaw Allen. She delighted in the knowledge that her father was born at sea as her grandfather was a sea captain and took his family with him on the lengthy voyages. Mrs. Davis loved to tell others about her yesteryear, being a member of Troop 1, the first Girl Scout Troop to be organized in the Boston area and how they made their own uniforms; watching the lamplighter work his way down the street each evening; hearing of the Titanic catastrophe right when it happened; surviving the troubles of the Depression years; being an Air Raid Warden in World War II.