I woke this morning at 8:30 AM, and thought to myself, “That was so neat to see Uncle Danny!”
Danny Barmes is my maternal grandfather’s much younger brother – only nine months older than his niece, Diana, my mother. He married Aunt Bonnie in the late 1960’s (I still vividly remember their wedding and I was 3 or 4 years old), and they have three children, Dana, Dan, and Dama. Uncle Danny and Aunt Bonnie have six grandchildren: three grandsons, and three granddaughters.
As I prepared breakfast for The Kids, and myself, I began recalling my visit with Uncle Danny. I finally stopped what I was doing, and began howling with laughter.
It had been a dream.
I was leading a group of fellow history enthusiasts on tours of Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello, and George Washington’s Mount Vernon, both of which are Virginia landmarks and two beloved historical haunts. While returning to the parking lot of Mount Vernon, we discovered the passenger van, that had carried the seven us, was stolen. Someone remarked I had probably left my keys in the van as I tend to do.
A passenger bus immediately pulled up and honked. The door opened, and there sat Uncle Danny in the driver’s seat.
“Need a lift back to Ohio? I’m heading that way!”
It was Uncle Danny!
We piled onto the bus with our luggage (it was a GILLIGAN’S ISLAND moment – the luggage, which was in the van miraculously reappeared!), and settled in.
Uncle Danny, retired from AT&T and farming in Central Indiana, loves collecting antique tractors for each of his grandchildren. He explained he had traveled to Mount Vernon to see if they had any spare farming equipment for sale that had belonged to George Washington because he wanted to get something for his eldest grandson, Mathias, when he graduates high school!
I roared with laughter, “Uncle Danny, I doubt they’d sell ANYTHING that belonged to George Washington.”
He clicked out the side of his mouth, and chuckled, “Yeh, that’s what they said, too. Ah, heck, it was worth a try, and the drive out here was easy.”
Now, just why Uncle Danny was driving a bus is beyond me – the dream did not elaborate.
As we began driving along the scenic George Washington Memorial Parkway leading northward toward Alexandria, Virginia and Washington, DC, the dream began to become murky – apparently I was waking up.
I wish the dream could have extended a bit longer because Uncle Danny and I were chatting away, and laughing, and enjoying the beauty of one of my favorite historic roads.
Thanks for the ride back, Uncle Danny!