Although the mosquitoes were rampant and the intense heat was becoming oppressive, these people enjoyed the social interaction.
I just returned from my weekly trip to our local farmers’ market. It is a time I really look forward to every Saturday morning. The fresh produce is out of this world.
However, what I really like is the homemade rolls and pastries that are there to purchase. I have limited my purchases to the 20 dollar bill I take with me. (Or should I say, the money which my wonderful wife urges me to limit.)
Farmers’ markets have sprung up in all areas of our country in recent years. You find them in small rural towns. You will also discover them in our metropolitan areas. People enjoy the fresh produce the markets afford. The gardeners seem to gain a sense of satisfaction in selling something they have often painstakingly produced. It seems like a win-win situation.
Another thought occurred to me as I was visiting with some of the vendors. Although the mosquitoes were rampant and the intense heat was becoming oppressive, these people enjoyed the social interaction.
It seems like people need outlets to express their ideas and concerns. Sometimes they might just need a place to meet and share their humanness.
Meeting face-to-face might be preferable to meeting on Facebook or on an iPad, or on any other type of technological invention. I think Aristotle said that man is a social animal. Maybe this is one example of being a social person without the fear of recrimination.
My knowledge of social media is woefully inadequate. If I was still teaching, I would have to do a crash course on the latest technology. I probably am missing out on something special. What I do worry about most is the lack of face-to-face communication.
A while back, we were eating at a restaurant when I noticed an entire family visiting on their I-phones. What a conversation that was!
In regards to social interaction, there seems to be a desire to visit other people on a regular basis. I know of many retired people who go to coffee every day. They share their opinions and solve the world’s problems in a two-hour span.
More than that, though, these groups share and support each other on the journey of life. I feel fortunate to belong to such a group in the midst of all the health challenges I faced this year.
At the end of this week, we will be celebrating another cousins’ reunion.
This is an event which has been a regular occurrence over the past few tears. It is a time when everyone present has a chance to update each other about the latest family happenings. It is also a time to reminisce about the old days. We console each other about recent disappointments and congratulate any achievements.
The cousins’ reunion is also an opportunity to remember my grandparents of this unique “tribe.” By now I appreciate the tremendous legacy they left.
While I may no longer agree entirely with my grandfather’s political views, their hard work, faith commitment, and spiritual values, I deeply cherish. Grandpa’s quest for educational achievement has influenced his descendants. His striving for an advanced education against almost insurmountable odds, I also treasure.
And so the journey continues in the season of family reunions, class reunions, and informal coffee klatches. People need each other. We probably have more in common than we think. In fact, there is usually more that binds us than divides us. That would be a great lesson to remember as we continue on our way.
Dwight Goering is a Moundridge resident.