I did not imagine that the day would end as it actually did. In fact, of all the possible conclusions to a great day, the celebration of a tradition, this was not one which I would have foreseen.
Riding with a carload of young people, all important people to me, ranging in age from 9 to 16, I did not imagine that we would listen to classical music all the way from Fort Sumner into Clovis.
It’s not my favorite style, nor is it abhorrent to me. Rap is the only kind of music I can’t stomach, just as the 16 year old in my car expressed the same broad preference, with the exception of country and western sounds, in his case. But as many of you know, there is a stretch near Fort Sumner, on both sides, when you lose the Santa Rosa radio station, and can only pick up public radio, which at that time of night is devoted to classical music.
I appreciated the fact that the young people could appreciate classical music.
I also appreciate the local radio station which one listens to, when in a 50-mile or so radius of Santa Rosa. It’s one of those increasingly rare finds, one with live DJ’s, local advertisers, and an eclectic playlist in which one can hear Dwight Yokum, Bob Marley and the Eagles in the same bandwidth and sometimes even in the same set.
The real blessing here, though, was the late summer tradition being celebrated here, the reason for being in Santa Rosa. At least once a summer, we go to the Blue Hole, and in this summer, that trip was only made once.
That makes it, perhaps, more worth remembering. That, and the fact that my granddaughter Mikayla made the jump from the high rocks, for the first time, without a life jacket.
If you have been to the Blue Hole, you understand what that accomplishment means in the world of a 9 year old. If you have not been to the Blue Hole, as a surprising number of people have not, you should go exploring, and take your swim suit, and a mask and snorkel if you are so inclined.
Divers train there, drawn by the clarity of the water and the depth of the geological structure, a 90 foot deep bell shaped rock hole fed by a constant flow, which keeps it at a constant 60 degrees.
You can, however, simply enjoy swimming there, or hanging out on the wall that surrounds it and watching the action.
I personally treasure this particular tradition because I know that it is for a limited time only. A few short years in our adult perspective is the difference, in the lives of children and teens, between wanting to participate in such traditions — the swim, the picnic, the swim in another of Santa Rosa’s several lakes to warm up from the chilly Blue Hole- between wanting to be a part of this, and having other obligations or opportunities which pull one away from the event.
Value your traditions with those whom you love, whatever the time of year that they occur, be they indoors or outdoors, active or quiet.
Clyde Davis is a Presbyterian pastor and teacher at Clovis Christian High School. He can be contacted at: firstname.lastname@example.org