With the 30th anniversary of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, we take a look back at the event and remember it like we do every year: in awe. If you’ve seen photos or been to the mountain, you know that the eruption of 1980 was astonishing. In fact, it’s hard not to consider pieces of the eruption (photos taken mid-blast, the plume of smoke, the collapsing north face) beautiful.
We knew that as kids. Others called them volcanoes but really, they were always giants. We learned their parts: the magma, the rock, the pressure and release. We learned, to our disappointment, that most were dormant, or worse, inactive. And then we learned about the 1980 Mt. St. Helens eruption. It was the kind of thing we’d been waiting for, something even we couldn’t have made up.
Through times dating back to Ancient Greece and Rome there have been many days set aside to honor Mother’s and women of many different cultures, creeds, and tribes. Traditionally in Europe, certain Sundays were reserved as a special day to honor those women. Under different names like Mother Day, Laetare Sunday, and other varying descriptions the legacy of celebration transcends centuries.
Dedicated to my Mother and best friend, Mary Baucom Webster