Growing up, I thought my life was
pretty
uninteresting and humdrum,
but now
that I'm recording my memories,
I
find some of them quite adverturesome!
We all have our
memories...
those
little vignettes from our past.
It
might have been fifty years ago, or
yesterday, when we saw a loved one
last.
Coming
from such a large family, someone
could
always think of something to do.
It
might not start out as much fun, but usually
wound
up being hilarious before we were thru'!
The
memory might be a trip to Grandma's
house or going to visit a
neighbor.
Or maybe working a jigsaw puzzle,
during a spell of stormy
weather.
I remember Mama reading Zane Grey
books with us sitting around the
floor.
They’re still in my bookcase and I
sometimes
take them out to read once
more.
I like to remember a 4th of July picnic and the
time
Daddy took us swimming in someone else's
creek.
Then there's those nights we were outside
til
after ten ...all of us playing
hide-n-seek.
Sitting by the fireplace in the winter
time,
eating the popcorn we'd grown, and playing "I
Spy"
or " Hully-Gully"... we had so much
fun
we'd be surprised how quickly the hours went
by.
When I was very young, our light was from
coal oil lamps, and our only heat, the
fireplace.
I never knew we were poor back then,
and knowing we were loved gave me
peace!
However old they may
be,
memories are our
little treasures,
to be taken out and
relived,
times without measure!
And I
do.
Virginia Archer
revised
02-11
Ernesto_Cortazar_-_Through_The_Hands_of_God.mp3