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?
Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤
Tents made out of blanket and clothespinned to the wire fence with my friends. Dancing in the rain and just being outside.
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Ooooooo! Yes! Playing in a warm summer rain. That’s a good one! Thank you!
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Excellent Penny 👌
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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.
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Thank you, Audrey. I was thinking that you would probably recognize some of the references. Good memories ❤
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Barefoot was the dress code..💫
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🙂 ❤
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