Gone forever are the days with family and friends as it was in the days of childhood.
It has always been important to me to try to give essence to the people and the time we love and hold so dear by putting them down in writing. Perhaps the time will come when we will not be able to remember special happenings and people in our lives. Spring brings thoughts of back home.
As a child, I lived on a lane a short distance from the Artemus Road. The lane wandered aimlessly like a writhing snake among honeysuckle vines, bushes and briers. However, the sloping hillside across old 25E, dogwood and redbud trees in bloom looked like a Monet painting in the spring.
The pasture behind our house, which was enclosed with a barbed wire fence where uncle Bill McCormick pastured Big Red, his horse, and Flossy, the cow. Growing profusely beside the barbed fence was yellow woodland buttercup and large lavender violets.When the lane got tired of winding and I got tired of walking, we were always at the same place.
The large snowball bushes stood tall and graceful as though they were guarding the old homeplace that was in need of a fresh coat of paint. It had a tin roof painted black that rattled when the wind blew. A blue morning glory vine climbed on the side of the front porch and a screened door shreaked loudly when it was opened.The floor was bare, except for a few rag scatter rugs my grandma hooked with a large wooden crochet needle.
We ate our meals in the kitchen, which was like an icebox in the winter and a furnace in the summer. Our table was usually covered with a bright colored oilcloth, and five ladder-back wooden chairs. A bucket of water from the moss covered well was placed on a small table by the side of the stove and a dipper hung beside the bucket.
Our food was good. Nothing can quite compare to the homemade biscuits, fried chicken with gravy, fresh green beans and cabbage slaw. My mom would stand on the back porch and call out when meals were ready.
Mama was a happy person. She was small framed with blue eyes. Her golden blonde hair was usually tied at the nape of her neck with a ribbon to keep it from her face. She was always busy cooking, washing clothes, or carrying water for the many needs. However, she found time to read Uncle Wiggly stories or cut out and play paper dolls with me. I did not know what it was to be lonely.
After supper sometimes we walked the winding lane to a neighbor’s house, or else we just listened to the radio…. Life was simple for us, but it was good.
My quote for today; Greet each day with your eyes open to beauty, your mind open to change, and your heart open to love.
Love is a short word, but it contains everything..