Sometimes I long for the summers of my youth. When summer days were endless and Grandpa was my hero, the biggest, strongest man I knew. I remember days spent sitting on a summer sidewalk with a hammer and a bag of pecans. Barefoot was the dress code. Bologna sandwiches and playing in the spinkler on the lawn. Going to the drive-in with the station wagon loaded with all the neighbor kids. Brown paper bags of popcorn and falling asleep before the 2nd movie came on. Being tucked into bed, with a tender kiss on my cheek. I recall laying on my back on a hillside watching the puffy white clouds and savouring the tiny drops of nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms. Fireflies in a jar.
Don’t get me wrong, life was hard, damned hard, at times. But I thank God and my Mom, for beautiful memories like these.
Do you have a favorite Summer Memory?
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and
Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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8 thoughts on “Summers of My Youth”
Tents made out of blanket and clothespinned to the wire fence with my friends. Dancing in the rain and just being outside.
Ooooooo! Yes! Playing in a warm summer rain. That’s a good one! Thank you!
Excellent Penny 👌
Awww, thank you, Mike! ❤
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Oh, Penny, what a delightful and loving piece of writing. I love this post for so many reasons, including how much you loved your grandfather.
Thank you, Audrey. I was thinking that you would probably recognize some of the references. Good memories ❤
Barefoot was the dress code..💫
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