Memories are flooding my mind and filling my eyes of my grandmother’s house and smokehouse and barn and shed (with the wringer washing machine ) surrounded
by fields where cows grazed during my childhood. All that is left is the old brick front steps. But her daffodils and camellias still bloom every year in Lena SC. Thank you from the bottom of my country girl heart for putting my memories into beautiful words.
Weren't those good times to grow up in? I've had a few elites preach to me about how hard and mean those times were but that's not what I experienced. You're welcome. Glad i revived good memories.
Nice work Tom. Ignited a few memories of the Cox family Home Place, also long gone. As you know, I appreciate Cormac McCarthy. I also appreciate pictures of Chamber Pots, or slop jars, depending on where, and how you were raised. Good Job, as is usually the case.
Thank you, Mike. I just cannot forget the people and places of my childhood. Now Cormac, did he have a way of describing things and getting right down to the essence of things, a rare and beautiful mind.
How true! We're fortunate in that Delores' Grandmother's house still stands and is the Giftique, built on rock piers. It's 125 years old now and still has the septic tank my father in law built in the 40's. There's a great song about such things by Hal Ketchum, called "I Know Where Love Lives." It always takes me back to my grandparents home in Jacksonville.
All that remains are our memories of parents and grandparents long departed. Some are bittersweet and a few hold the taste of the good days at my grandparents as they always seemed to have food ready on the stove or in the cupboard. As we approach Mother's Day thanks for refreshing our memories of family.
"Trespassed into childhood"..."Borrowing a Place"--"Words will Remain".....Thank you for your words and taking me to your home with your stories. You are the best!
The memories are buried deep within our souls. There the past is preserved and the future lies in limbo.
I much prefer the past.
Memories are flooding my mind and filling my eyes of my grandmother’s house and smokehouse and barn and shed (with the wringer washing machine ) surrounded
by fields where cows grazed during my childhood. All that is left is the old brick front steps. But her daffodils and camellias still bloom every year in Lena SC. Thank you from the bottom of my country girl heart for putting my memories into beautiful words.
Weren't those good times to grow up in? I've had a few elites preach to me about how hard and mean those times were but that's not what I experienced. You're welcome. Glad i revived good memories.
Nice work Tom. Ignited a few memories of the Cox family Home Place, also long gone. As you know, I appreciate Cormac McCarthy. I also appreciate pictures of Chamber Pots, or slop jars, depending on where, and how you were raised. Good Job, as is usually the case.
Thank you, Mike. I just cannot forget the people and places of my childhood. Now Cormac, did he have a way of describing things and getting right down to the essence of things, a rare and beautiful mind.
How true! We're fortunate in that Delores' Grandmother's house still stands and is the Giftique, built on rock piers. It's 125 years old now and still has the septic tank my father in law built in the 40's. There's a great song about such things by Hal Ketchum, called "I Know Where Love Lives." It always takes me back to my grandparents home in Jacksonville.
I will check out that song.
All that remains are our memories of parents and grandparents long departed. Some are bittersweet and a few hold the taste of the good days at my grandparents as they always seemed to have food ready on the stove or in the cupboard. As we approach Mother's Day thanks for refreshing our memories of family.
"Trespassed into childhood"..."Borrowing a Place"--"Words will Remain".....Thank you for your words and taking me to your home with your stories. You are the best!