I read a blog yesterday by a young man who longed to go back to Scotland where he was born. He’s planning/hoping to go back home when his youngest child goes off to college in two years.
His blog immediately started me thinking of a few times I longed to move back home to the tall piney woods of East Texas. The last time I actively thought of going back home was during the late 90s when our baby child left to go to college. I didn’t get to go back though.
I was also reminded of some things from childhood that I miss. Thinking about it and looking back, I realize there are a lot of things I miss from those bitter-sweet days. When I concentrate only on the good times, the first thing I remember fondly is having so much fun, I didn’t know (or care) how po’ we really were.
It simply didn’t matter that we were po’. Everybody we knew was too, so nobody stood out above the rest financially. Truth be told, we were so poor, we didn’t know that the word had another “o” and an “r” at the end. We were just plain old - - PO’- - Period.
As po' as we were, I miss is the carefree days of playing non-stop in my grandma’s huge yard. First, there was the game of running up and down Mama Leona’s tall steps to her front porch. We’d run up the steps, across the front porch, and jump off the porch across a giant Hydrangea flower bush. Up and down and back again we ran…again and again until we were caught by the grownups, they made us stop it.
Then, we would go play under the plum tree patch, the peach trees, pick blackberries, or try to get some muskiedimes (proper name: Muscadine) from the giant tree in the chicken yard. These are just a few of the things I remember from childhood. Oooo, these are precious memories. I am so glad I read that blog yesterday.
I’d better go now, or else I will not get this finished and published. Do you remember or miss anything from your childhood? What is your fondest memory of growing up?
Image source https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscadine