It’s Daddy’s birthday. I didn’t remember until I was writing the story of the new black and white necklace I finished this morning. It’s the only one so far with two names.
I wanted to make a black and white necklace—small white cubes alternating with narrow black spacer beads. To my dismay, I ran out of narrow spacer beads before the necklace was long enough. Length is an important factor since I’m still struggling with not being able to put clasps on the ends. I have friends who are willing to help, but they still have to come over to do the deed. That can mean weeks of waiting. Rather than being stalled out with unfinished pieces cluttering the table, I have been tying the ends, making sure the necklace is long enough to slip over the head.
When I ran out of the narrow beads, I decided to alternate the white cubes with black cubes. The black cubes were wider than the spacer beads. Since I had only a few white cubes left, the added width of the black cubes provided the necessary length. As I strung the beads, I thought of my dad, who never let a shortage of anything stop him. Then the word that characterized him came to mind. “Ingenuity”—that would be the name of this new necklace. Then these words dropped into my head: Not everything is black & white. That was my dad too. Whereas Mom was black and white, one way only, nothing less, nothing more, nothing else, Daddy moved through colors we could not see. He was not limited to the obvious. He saw more. So I added one red bead amongst the interminable alternating black and white. That’s so like my dad. He definitely thought outside the cube.
This July 22, 2011, is the first of my father’s birthdays since 1915 that he has not been present on the earth, I commemorate and celebrate his life with a necklace with two names symbolizing his approach to life with a creation as unique as he. Daddy, you taught me well. Happy birthday.