Colors do matter
I grew up with color. My mom loved color and never washed walls. She said it was easier and more fun to just repaint. So every couple of years, we got different colors on the walls in all of our rooms. Then I went and married a military man and lived in lots of base housing units over a quarter century. Most of these interiors were painted all white or all beige. Floors were rubber tiles in green or black. Appliances and kitchen cupboards were all white metal. I vowed that when Jim retired I would never have white or beige walls, and I would hang as many pictures as I wanted and wherever I wanted. (You had to fill in any holes you made in base housing walls.) To heck with holes in the walls! What were husbands for anyway? If they could fly jet fighters, they could surely fill in wall holes! And they did.
So our home today is a myriad of color. Usually deep – or whatever is often referred to as Colonial shades. These make our family feel warm and comfortable. Personal preference colors do matter.
We have a special son in the excellent Coastal Center in Ladson. For many years Jimmy lived in a Deaf/Blind unit because these were two of his major handicaps. Years ago I was on a committee for redecoration. One of the newer volunteers commented: “Why don’t we just paint the whole inside of the building white or beige? It would be much simpler. After all, the residents can’t see the colors, so what difference does it make?”
I disagreed. Caregivers inhabited this cottage too. And color affected them. How much more alive might they feel with sky blues, grass greens, sunny yellows and rose reds? And so we did colors. The caregivers loved them. Everybody was happy. Especially the residents. After all, they were the ones who mattered.
All this brings me to three of my favorite hues at this time of the year – Red, White and Blue. We are in our prime Patriotic Season. Last month we observed the 144th Memorial Day for those who have given their lives for their nation. This month – yesterday – we remembered Flag Day, the 235th commemoration of the adoption of our national emblem. Next month we celebrate the Fourth of July, this year the 236th anniversary of our hard fought freedom.
Industry helped turn out parts for planes, tanks and ships. We had a flag on our home growing up. With our own Air Force family, we also flew the colors on all 22 of our homes over much of this country and in Europe Thirty years later, we still do.
Remember 9/11? Remember how almost all of us flew the Stars and Stripes on our homes and waving from our car windows after those egregious attacks? That surge of patriotism kept our spirits flying high as well. Today there are still threats from other countries. We can offer continuous support to our own country by flying our own country’s colors.
Why in the world wouldn’t we?