“No day shall erase you from the memory of time.” ~ Virgil
Sunday I drove, as much as possible, along historic Route 66 in Missouri and Oklahoma, which has been so sectionalized over time, dissected, swept under the rug of history, combined with a spiderweb of highways and byways so that I spent most of the drive wondering if I was on or off the route. I did manage to find a few nostalgic items from a bygone era.
I passed by the Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma where they have the largest praying hands in the world.
Then, as I drove along Route 66, I came upon the town of Chandler, Oklahoma. At the job I just retired from there’s a recently transplanted young cowboy working there who we call Jevens. I remembered Jevens saying that he grew up in this town of Chandler.
I continued to drive to the capitol where I checked into a hotel and then, even though I was exhausted from a long day of driving, drove into downtown Oklahoma City. I wanted to visit the Oklahoma City National Memorial Museum. I had heard that the best time to view the memorial was at night. I arrived there an hour before sunset to observe it in sunlight, twilight and moonlight. The city was a ghost town on this hot, 97° Sunday night and eerily quiet, which added to the somber feel of the memorial. The few souls visiting the site were slowly ambling along the paths and respectfully using their library voices.
To remind you: the Oklahoma City National Memorial Museum is in dedication to the 168 people, including children in a daycare, who perished on April 19, 1995 when homegrown terrorist Timothy McVeigh exploded a fertilizer bomb in a rental van he parked in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, which housed an IRS facility. In the pictures you’ll see the two opposing walls with the times 9:01 and 9:03 engraved in them, with the reflecting pool running the length between them. The car bomb was parked on the street that the reflecting pool now occupies, the bomb exploded at 9:02 destroying half the building and ending so many innocent
lives. The designers, builders, and caretakers of this place did/do an outstanding job here. It’s a powerful place.
I hope one day we shall banish all unkindness.
The gam continues…