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The Interpreter of Dreams |
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by Peggy & Jim Williamson |
The tribute by the Client to the Architect of Bellingrath
Gardens cited in Van’s sermon, Interpreter of Dreams
reads,
"The
Interpreter of Our Dreams which Resulted in the Perfection
of these Gardens."
Van knows well the sweet poignancy of that statement after
having watched for over thirty years the peaks and valleys
in the profession of architecture for one of his Ladye's
children and her architect husband. Van has steadfastly
celebrated his son-in-laws national design award honors,
marched enthusiastically behind his architect son-in-law
and the velvet coated Knights of Columbus on Dedication
Day of St. Thomas More Catholic Church in Kentucky, and
offered support and encouragement during periods of little
or no design work.
But Van has also played a vital and important role himself
as an Interpreter of Dreams in a story that began over
sixty years ago. He was a college student in search
of summer work. Through a fortuitous opportunity Van
arrived to take his summer job amid the mountain beauty of
the Presbyterian retreat center known as Montreat in the
gentle mountains east of Asheville, North Carolina.
And the rest, so to speak, is history.
From the many stories Van tells about his early years
working at South Carolina Home, from hearing him describe
how he would cleverly circumvent the early restrictive
Sunday rules about not leaving the conference grounds, and
from hearing the way Dr. Anderson molded the early history
of Montreat, Van has permanently emblazoned his love for
this beautiful little alley of Montreat on each of his
family. Van realized early on that in the quite and
beauty of God’s creation called Montreat, he and those
close to him could find rest and rejuvenation that would
bring energy to them for life back in the real world.
Little did Van realize that all of those trips to Montreat
over all of these years, that all of the steps climbed to
reach various rental houses, and that all of the lumpy bed
he must have slept in in hopes of hearing the soothing
melody of Flat Creek would result in his being an
Interpreter of a Dream. Dreams start with seeds, and
it is Van and Ladye who planted and nurtured the seed of
this good place of Montreat in their children's hearts and
minds.
Through years of summer vacationing at Montreat with dear,
lifelong friends, Van and his Ladye sent a strong message
to their children that there was something quite special
about this mountain retreat. The next phase was
inviting members of the family to come to Montreat for
summer vacations which they did. The seed of love
for Montreat was growing stronger.
Through wonderful stories about his early days at
Montreat, about his friends that regularly vacationed at
Montreat at the same time each summer to be together, and
about the importance of finding a place of beauty and
respite, Van ensured that the seed of love for Montreat
would grow in each of his children.
Thus, it was no surprise that two of his children would
catch the spirit of Montreat so intensely that they would
purchase property a mere stone’s throw away from an
original piece of property Van had owned on Greybeard
Road. The seed of love for Montreat planted by Van
and his Ladye would now flower in the creative expression
of an architect son-in-law and his wife who built The
Brownie House on Memphis Lane.
Van became an Interpreter of a Dream by nourishing his
family's eagerness to enjoy one another's company in a
beautiful, quiet place of peacefulness far from the hectic
life of the city. Thus was born the oasis called The
Brownie House which now reverberates with memories from a
multi-year tradition of family Thanksgiving celebrations,
July the Fourth family picnics, a family wedding on the
front porch, and many incarnations of moss-covered Brownie
houses always with shiny quarters left in front of them by
the Brownies.
The service of dedication of The Brownie House written and
delivered by Van during Thanksgiving 1995 holidays
illustrates well the love he has for this beautiful place
of Montreat and the dream he helped make happen on Memphis
Lane.
Unless
the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in
vain.
Psalm 127:1
The
Call to Dedication
Van:
As a place of rest and recuperation and a place to meet
and enjoy our family, and friends of many years past, in
beautiful Montreat
ALL:
We dedicate the Brownie House on Memphis Lane.
Peggy:
As a retreat from the busy world where we spend most of
our days throughout the year, educating children and
solving the problems of parents and children.
ALL:
We dedicate the Brownie House on Memphis Lane.
Meghan:
As a place of good times where we first found money the
brownies left, and got to know our family in good times
together
ALL:
We dedicate this house.
Ladye
Margaret: As a place for planning meals, cooking
good food, and enjoying happy times around the table
ALL:
We dedicate the kitchen and eating area.
Katie:
As a place of rest and recuperation, and for getting
together with our Memphis family, and sleeping on a new
futon.
ALL:
We dedicate the bed rooms and baths.
Christopher:
As a place for fun games, watching videos, eating brownies
in front of the brownie tiles around a warm fire.
ALL:
We dedicate the brownie fireplace.
Jim:
For the joy of beholding the beauty around us, and for
relaxing, reading, and listening to the water flowing by,
and sitting in a rocking chair with a glass of wine after
supper.
ALL:
We dedicate the porch and rocking chairs.
ALL:
For the brownie on top of the house to tell us the
direction the wind blows, we dedicate the weather vane.
Prayer of
Dedication in Unison
Our
Father, who art in heaven and yet beside us here, we thank
you for Montreat and all of its beauty. We thank you
for the wonderful memories we have of this place and now
for this house built her in the midst of the beauty of
your creation. We thank you for the love of family
and friends and the love of these mountains and the
opportunities of happy vacations that bring us here to
keep alive and strong our family love and ties. And
it is our prayer that you will:
Bless
the four corners of this house,
And
be the windows blessed,
Bless
the hearth and bless the brownies too
And
bless each place of rest,
And
bless the door that opens wide
To
stranger as to kin.
And
bless each bright window pane
That
lets the starlight in,
And
bless the roof overhead,
And
every sturdy wall,
The
peace of people, the peace of God,
The
peace of love oer all.
AMEN!
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