Looking Back

Monday has been here and nearly gone. I can't believe we only have 2 more weeks of June. The summer was always such a fun time when I was a little girl. I could go get an ice cream from the ice cream man when we had some extra money. A quarter bought a nice big something special. I was a picky eater back then. I only ate a few things and ice cream made the list. I didn't realize at the time that life was so carefree. I guess I didn't have anything to compare it to. Catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar with holes poked in it was a wonder. Summers meant my mother would be downstairs in the basement canning fruit and vegetables. I would sit on the stairs and watch her seal the jars with the rubber rings. She would always have her apron on and her printed house dresses would be wet from the process. My mother was always busy.

Mommy ironed sheets and looked for things to wash and iron. I look for things I don't have to iron. Her days were filled with cleaning and cooking. The fifties seemed so exciting at the time. There were cowboys all over the television and it seemed like new toys were coming out constantly. My daddy brought me a Davy Crocket hat home and I felt so important. I had a bright red hula hoop and I would entertain myself for hours with it.

There were no computer games or video games. I just looked for things to use my imagination with and I read a lot of books. I loved books that were about adventures in faraway places. I never dreamed I would ever get to travel to some of those places. I have been blessed and as I look back I am thankful I had parents that loved me.

I pray that my granddaughter will always have sweet memories and feel secure.