President George H.W. Bush Shook My Hand

President George Herbert Walker Bush
Bush 41, rock star, at the Springfield MO Airport

1992 - the Year President George H.W. Bush Shook My Hand by Happenstance

Hubby Darrell snapped this photo of President Bush while jumping mid air, above a crowd. It was taken old school, with my daughter’s Instamatic camera. Darrell’s beloved Nikons  were at home because … we were on a road trip.

It was daughter Stephanie’s freshman year of college, and we were headed to her dorm.

We were squashed in the car with two teens and suitcases, windows down, speeding past Springfield, Mo.

As our two teen mob bosses debated over which radio station —   country or rock — we heard announced, President Bush to make a campaign stop at the Springfield airport!

Screech! Detour! Darrell turned our car around and headed to the airport.

We were not the first. A huge crowd gathered at the airport to see 41 that day. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful day in the Ozarks.

When we arrived, Air Force One was parked on the tarmac, looking presidential.

There was already an expectant crowd waiting to see the President and First Lady depart Air Force One. People stood three-rows deep, cordoned off behind ropes.

Everyone was smiling as they politely elbowed their way forward to be in front, constrained only by security ropes.

I, myself, was maneuvering to nudge and weasel forward as we waited for the President.

Albeit, everyone was as eager to see 41 and shake his hand as I was. Nobody in the crowd budged an inch to make room for me.

My attempts to inch forward a row could be likened to busting through a military barricade.

I wanted to shake the hand of our beloved President

When at last I heard the President’s voice, I jumped and screamed. The louder Herbert Walker’s voice grew and the nearer he came to where I was standing, the more jumping and screaming I did.

I heard him, but I couldn’t see him behind the crowd. I stretched my hand forward as far as humanly possible, hoping he would see my hand and shake it.

Stephanie later likened my actions to a teenager at a rock concert.WOW Barbara Bush

Then I heard the warm, honey dripping voice of Barbara Bush as she walked and greeted the crowd, steps behind the President. I went ballistic.

Barbara! Barbara! I screamed, jumping, hoping to get a glimpse of her.

I propelled my body forward with every ounce of bounce I had, hoping not to tumble on top of the people in front of me.

My unseen hero

Suddenly, the nicest thing in the world happened to me. Someone unseen in the crowd in front of me grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand forward, and plunked it into the President’s hand.

That’s how I touched greatness.

I have no idea who this stranger was in the front row, but I can still feel his warm hand wrap around my wrist as he pulled it forward.

I imagined him as anxious to shake the President’s hand as I was but through kindness, he gave that opportunity to me.

No knowing who it was, I never got to thank him. Just thinking, he must be a noble Springfieldian.

The Impossible Became Possible

Shaking the President’s hand was about as impossible as getting his photo. The President was flanked by Secret Service Agents, newspaper photographers, TV camera crews, and the crowd. It was impossible to get a photo third row back.

But Darrell, a seasoned action and editorial photographer, pulled a sage photographer’s trick and turned himself into a human tripod. He raised his arms to tower above his head, aimed, and snapped.

Then he jumped and at the apex of his jump, he snapped more photos.

Of course he couldn’t look through the viewfinder with his camera above his head. There was no way to see what he was capturing, let alone compose a photo.

He aimed best he could and snapped a complete roll of film in high hopes he would get one, good photo, a photographer’s dream.

Surprise! Photo Prints of 41

Imagine our delight when we developed that little roll of film from my daughter’s point-and-shoot camera. Sure, we had photos of the tops of people’s head, but in the mix, photos of beloved President George Herbert Walker Bush.

photograph of George Herbert Walker Bush and the press
Kind and polite, President George H.B. Walker Bush embraces the public

My hand became golden the day I shook the hand of Bush 41. I didn’t want to wash it ever again. I felt like what I imagine a teen girl feels at a rock star’s concert.

Spa Day in Mexico Goes Zany

Zany Day at Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

Scrapbook page for Spa Day, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

Had fun in Photoshop, playing with the elements and paper from my Etsy Shop in my Zany Collection and made a 12″ by 12″ digital page around a favorite vacation spot, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
It was my first spa day, and it was perfect. I’m a solar-operated girl, so a seaside cabana on the Sea of Cortez was ideal for a massage. I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep listing to the lull of the waves.
Unfortunately, I miss being on the beach, so looking at my photos conjures up a heap of “Wish I Were There!”
Gold Zany Brooch Frame

Peter Cottontail Toy Cutout



Image for Your Projects

Peter Rabbit wind-up toy by Mattel
Cut-out image of Peter Cottontail toy by Mattel

Photograph of a vintage toy by Mattel

Here comes Peter Cottontail … Hopping down the bunny trail … Hippity, Hoppity, Easter’s on its way ...

For my art, I placed a digital image of the toy in the middle of my pansies.

I thought you might like a copy of this image for your scrapping and journal projects. Right click on the image to save a copy (.png) of Peter Cottontail.

This wind-up toy from 1953, played “Here Comes Peter Cottontail,” and was produced by Mattel.

Happy Easter!