Give thanks to the Lord for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 118:1
Happy Monday! It was a great weekend here with my family celebrating the fathers in our life. I hope you had a great weekend too.
Saturday I was watching my grandson play and I was reminded of the summers when I was growing up. There was plenty of ice-cold sweet tea, and tomato sandwiches. We spent most of our time in the summer at my grandmother’s farm, where there was work to be done in the field, but at least part of the day was spent playing house in the hay loft, and lying in the pasture watching the clouds. There weren’t any cell phones, but my grandmother had a telephone on a party line with her neighbors. It was always fun to listen in on the neighbors gossiping. With no air conditioning, my grandmother propped her windows up with a stick and there were box fans in the living room, where peas were shelled while visiting with family. She had a color television, but there were only three channels and no video games. You would think that would have made us unhappy, but we had great fun. We enjoyed cranking the handle to make homemade ice cream while listening to stories about when the old folks were young. It was the best ice cream I’ve ever had. Sometimes my grandmother would take us fishing. Along the way she would break a twig off a live oak and show us how to make a toothbrush. We always had a frog, lizard, or caterpillar in a mason jar, and we were forever trying to catch fireflies.
My grandmother was always making gifts (sewing, knitting, embroidering, crocheting and quilting). I learned these skills growing up. Now these are dying arts. When she quilted, she would drop the frame down from the ceiling. This was a great time to play under the quilt she was working on. When we were blessed enough to spend the night, we were awakened to the smell of bacon and the sound of gospel music. There were plenty of treasures from the old days in my grandmother’s house, which awakened our curiosity. When all of her work was done, my grandmother would sit on the porch swing with us, sing and tell us stories.
It seems we are so busy with life today that we miss the simple memory making moments. Those are times to pass down stories and traditions, while teaching our children and grandchildren manners and life skills. This summer I encourage you to make memories with your family that don’t require a lot of money or technology. I promise the children will carry them in their hearts forever. God bless you!