Quarantine. Stay at home. Isolation. Limited activity mode. Life suspension. Separation from others or being alone and physically separated from others with good social distancing in practice. Call it what you will. You can make up your own titles, but they all mean the same thing: you are alone and physically separated from other people, except for immediate family members who live in the same house you do.
Once the bell sounds and time is over for all of this separation many people may have a hard time adjusting to going out and being with people again. My wife and I have amplified what we like to do best and do more of those things at home. If this thing, whatever you want to call it, lasts much longer I won’t have a lot of grass left to cut in the yard this summer. My wife keeps adding more and more space to her flower gardens, thereby decreasing grass space. That is a good thing from my point of view. We both like her planting flowers, but for different reasons as you can see.
I on the other hand have utilized my wood working shop out back of the house and made a Cedar Hope Chest and an Oak Gun Cabinet for my two twin grandchildren, Sophie and Chase who have a birthday coming up the first of May. I have made hope chests for all of my granddaughters and desks or gun cabinets for my grandsons. Ten down and two to go: a granddaughter and a grandson.
Don’t worry about me running out of things to make. All my daughters have already put in orders for a Farmers Dining Table to their dimensional desires. I enjoy making furniture as much as my wife loves her flowers. Good thing.
We both love riding my Harley for day trips or an afternoon excursion to the store or whatever, but with my hay fever allergies, I haven’t ridden it recently because of all of the pollen. I’m hoping that is about to end soon. Is that still a name for this allergy? Hay fever? I don’t know, but it works for me.
We have looked for creative ways to get out in my pickup. We’ve started ordering groceries from Wal-Mart and going to pick them up when they are ready. I think we will continue that even after this is over. It is faster, time saving, and cheaper. No, the groceries aren’t cheaper by ordering them and picking them up, but we sure save a lot of money by not walking the aisles and making a lot of random purchases of things we really didn’t need when we first went to the store. I know you know what I mean.
This past week, on a Monday I believe it was, there was an interesting thing that happened which gave us another legitimate reason to get out of the house. I had seen on Face Book a notice of scheduled Fly Overs by the SC Air National Guard. The Guard was going to be flying a couple of F-16 jets over the Low Country hospitals as a sign of thanks and appreciation to all of the medical personnel for their dedication and hard work in taking care of all the sick they have during this special trying time.
The time was given as being between 11:05 to 11:20 AM for a flight over the Tidelands Georgetown Memorial Hospital. It gave times for the other hospitals over at the beaches too. Kay and I drove over and parked in the hospital parking lot some 20 minutes or so before 11:00. There were other cars already there and more arrived after us. Everyone parked instinctively with an empty space between their vehicle and their neighbor’s vehicle. When all was said and done, I did not count but I would estimate there were about 125-150 people who had come to see the Air National Guard jets and to pay tribute to Georgetown’s finest of the hour, the medical personnel at our hospital.
At about 11:00 everyone started getting out of their vehicles and standing beside or in front of them and began watching the sky for the jets. One lady had an American flag and was waving it. The hospital roof and the exits near the emergency entrances began to fill with the green uniformed medical workers, doctors and nurses from the hospital that were able to get outside at that time. Everyone was looking up waiting… waiting and watching the sky for the jets. About 11:05 arms were raised with many folks pointing off to the southwest, and discernible voices were saying, “I see them”, or “There they are!”
As they flew over a cheer went up almost in unison. Then as they were gone, voices throughout that parking lot started calling out to the medical workers, “Thank you, thank you!” Then car horns started blowing and the medical workers began to wave out to the people in the parking lot. And then it was over. The jets were gone, the hospital medical staff went back inside, the people got back into their vehicles and left in an orderly and somber fashion.
My wife and I had been a part of and witness to a very public display of gratitude and thanksgiving for our local medical staff at the Tidelands Georgetown Memorial Hospital. And here again, I wish to say thank you to all of the medical personal for all that you do for us and our loved ones, even to the point of putting yourselves at risk for those you are taking care of. Thank you!
1 Thessalonians 1:2, “We always thank God for all of you and continually mention you in our prayers.” We all thank the Lord for you and I ask that everyone continue to pray for these brave men and women at Tidelands Georgetown Memorial Hospital and all the other hospitals in the area. May God bless you all.
Brad Morris, a retired minister, originally from Georgetown, served as a pastor and then as a missionary in Costa Rica and Ecuador, can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. He has been in ministry for 50 years and a columnist for 17 years, 13 of which have been for the Times.