Wednesday, May 28, 2008

House of Dreams

A street of dreams home has long since been designed to entice and encourage to buy! Supposedly to create the perfectly beautiful and functional situation in which the lucky family could exist in complete comfort and harmony.

I remember my street of dreams: where I could lie in the grass on a summer afternoon watch the ants crawl through the grass while the birds sang. Where noone bothered me to come and play or give them a push on the swing. Where I could daydream or plan or remember or think of new things to do tomorrow.
Where a new nest of swallows were worth keeping under surveillance to be sure you saw the first ones out of the nest.
To notice the cow as it came in for a drink and Mama's chicken pen that would one day furnish dinner and before that, eggs.
To keep track of the delivery man who bought huge sacks of grain and hay for the cow.

To watch for the ice man's truck as it came down the street to ourhouse and we knew we could always get a few free ice chips from the back of the truck.
Remember borrowing the grocery wagon from Butterfield's store and then returning it for the use of the next customer. That was when Mama bought big boxes of tomatoes and peaches to can.
But the 'corn man' came with gunny sacks full of corn and we knew we'd have roastin' ears for dinner that night and maybe even twice.
The junk man was probably our favorite. He was dirty and unkempt, but he would buy the old lids from Mama's canning jars--and we could get as much as five cents!
But all of this was just the activity of the day. It did not show the loving care Mama took to be sure we were safe aqnd secure. It did not show the plans and hopes and encouragement we received as we grew from knowledge we gained at school Neither did it show the friendships and encouragement we gleaned from friends. It did not repeat Papa's tutorial: ""Tis the set of the sail and not the gale that determines the way you go."
Add to this: show respect to your elders and siblings, help with a chore, keep a friend, make a new friend, volunteer, plan a party, remember a birthday, go for a walk.
Keep happy, keep busy, keep doing good, and smile.
What are your memories? Mom

1 comment:

care bear said...

Mom, it is nice to read memories from your childhood.

may be you could write a little every day : )