It was all so magical.
The grandchildren came tonight and I was sucked right back to 1986. They have gone home now and the feelings I had a few hours ago are beginning to wane. Before the feeling disappears altogether, I wanted to write about them. You almost had to have been here with me tonight and experienced 1986 with me first hand to understand, but trust me, it was all so magical.
The grandkids came about 4:15 p.m. which was the perfect time to catch an hour or so outside. In the house no more than an minute and the boys were off to finish up their fort that they'd started last Saturday. Little Audrey was perfectly content to stay inside and work on a craft project at the kitchen table while I fixed dinner. I looked out and the sky was just forming its pink glow into twilight and I was immediately transported back in time...it was magical; my own kids playing outside on a cool November evening as the sky turns pink, Johnny watching the news, and me in the warm kitchen fixing dinner.
Night falls, and the grandchildren come in asking what's for dinner? (Pleasant words for a grandmother.) With dinner over Blaine jumped right on his homework. Okay, this was NOT a memory I remember regarding my own children. It was usually a knock down drag out. Logan began practicing on "Moonlight Sonata". Okay, maybe the 1986 memory was a little different, too, because somebody would be complaining about having to practice and the other child would be screaming for them to stop.
It was all so magical tonight......for a minute, my own little boy was playing and my little daughter was the one working on a craft project....................
I love you...........It is all so magical.
Twilight is always a magical time for me. Sometimes I forget to look up for twilight and my day slips into night without me noticing the magic. Many, many, many pleasant memories occurred at twilight for me.....bringing in the cows.......dates........football games.........kids playing outside until we call them in.....listening to "Prairie Home Companion"..........going to visit mom and dad....the list could go on and on..............It is all so magical.
Don't you wish we could harness these fleeting magical moments to pull out now and again when we began to feel sad or lonely? Oh, I guess I do.....my memories are my magic, too.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Sunday, November 10, 2019
I Need Christmas
Good evening.
I was going to type about the wonderful weekend I have had and I will, but when I turned on the computer, Pandora on my iPad was playing "Country Roads" sung by non other than John Denver. Nobody will ever sing this lovely, poignant song like him. NoBODY! The clarity of his voice was made for this song. So many wonderful singers have left us and their unique voices will never be replaced.......his near the top of my list.
Back to my day.............. We drove around town looking for Christmas lights for the outside of our home. Is it just me, or does it seem this year, particularly, there is less selection and the lights are not displayed in a way that is pleasing to the eyes? We left without any lights..............Maybe ...........Maybe North Pole City, but after today's outing, Target is currently in first place.
(Okay, I might not ever get back my day.) Now "Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel is playing. I just want to close my eyes and be transported back in time. Nothing like listening to music with earphones listening to the beautiful harmony of these two gents. Greats of my generation.
As we were looking for lights, I told my husband that this year I'm especially excited about Christmas. I'd like to decorate tomorrow. We discussed the sad state of our world/country situation. I just don't want to hear about it another minute. I told him that, sometimes, I'd like to live in the middle of New Mexico, miles away from the nearest paved road....and he agreed totally with me. We understand each other. I would try to describe that feeling to you, but I can't......it's just too hard. So rather than describing something that only we feel, I will just share my Christmas light quest and décor with you.............maybe tomorrow."
"Danny's Song" Loggins and Messina
"Annie's Song" John Denver of course!
I love you.................................Good night!!!
Right now, I am going to close my eyes, listen to this transporting music. Nothing better than "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffett......until the next song comes on.
I was going to type about the wonderful weekend I have had and I will, but when I turned on the computer, Pandora on my iPad was playing "Country Roads" sung by non other than John Denver. Nobody will ever sing this lovely, poignant song like him. NoBODY! The clarity of his voice was made for this song. So many wonderful singers have left us and their unique voices will never be replaced.......his near the top of my list.
Back to my day.............. We drove around town looking for Christmas lights for the outside of our home. Is it just me, or does it seem this year, particularly, there is less selection and the lights are not displayed in a way that is pleasing to the eyes? We left without any lights..............Maybe ...........Maybe North Pole City, but after today's outing, Target is currently in first place.
(Okay, I might not ever get back my day.) Now "Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel is playing. I just want to close my eyes and be transported back in time. Nothing like listening to music with earphones listening to the beautiful harmony of these two gents. Greats of my generation.
As we were looking for lights, I told my husband that this year I'm especially excited about Christmas. I'd like to decorate tomorrow. We discussed the sad state of our world/country situation. I just don't want to hear about it another minute. I told him that, sometimes, I'd like to live in the middle of New Mexico, miles away from the nearest paved road....and he agreed totally with me. We understand each other. I would try to describe that feeling to you, but I can't......it's just too hard. So rather than describing something that only we feel, I will just share my Christmas light quest and décor with you.............maybe tomorrow."
"Danny's Song" Loggins and Messina
"Annie's Song" John Denver of course!
I love you.................................Good night!!!
Right now, I am going to close my eyes, listen to this transporting music. Nothing better than "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffett......until the next song comes on.
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Grandma's Bed
Good Sunday evening everyone.
On Facebook a friend wrote a nice little post about her mother wrapping a hot flat iron with some fabric and putting it in the bed to warm her feet on those cold winter nights back in the day. My friend is a wonderful writer, and after reading her post it brought back my own similar memory and I wanted to grab my computer and start writing. Here goes.............my own memory.
My grandparents each had their own full size beds in one tiny bedroom. Grandpa's bed was a fluffy feather bed which was fluffed every day as per my memory. Even with the bed made, the indent of the feather bed was always inviting. Inviting me to occasionally climb up and sink right up to my nose. What a wonderful bed!
But the bed I remember with the most fondness was Grandma's bed. No feather bed for her, but a simple mattress. It wasn't the finest bed by any stretch of my adult imagination, but as a child it was the best! So warm, so safe. Every once in a while I was allowed to spend the night with her without the rest of my sisters and brother. Those nights were what I remember and cherish the most especially on the winter nights. They were special nights feeling extra special by having one on one time with my favorite grandmother. I remember her heating a couple of old flat irons on the stove and wrapping them in towels and sliding them in the bed to keep our feet warm on those ice cold nights. She'd snuggle in with me and tell me a story or two. I remember her cradling me in her arms................ the sensation still lingers...........
I love you, my friends. I hope you have a wonderful memory that still envelops you when you need it most. And I hope you have a nice warm flat iron.
Is it me or do the winters of my childhood seem colder than they are these days? Of course, back in the day, each room wasn't heated as I have in my home today. The car was left outside and not garaged; no key fob to start the car to get it warmed. Yes, our creature comforts are something that I'd hate to give up. Let's hope we appreciate them.
On Facebook a friend wrote a nice little post about her mother wrapping a hot flat iron with some fabric and putting it in the bed to warm her feet on those cold winter nights back in the day. My friend is a wonderful writer, and after reading her post it brought back my own similar memory and I wanted to grab my computer and start writing. Here goes.............my own memory.
My grandparents each had their own full size beds in one tiny bedroom. Grandpa's bed was a fluffy feather bed which was fluffed every day as per my memory. Even with the bed made, the indent of the feather bed was always inviting. Inviting me to occasionally climb up and sink right up to my nose. What a wonderful bed!
But the bed I remember with the most fondness was Grandma's bed. No feather bed for her, but a simple mattress. It wasn't the finest bed by any stretch of my adult imagination, but as a child it was the best! So warm, so safe. Every once in a while I was allowed to spend the night with her without the rest of my sisters and brother. Those nights were what I remember and cherish the most especially on the winter nights. They were special nights feeling extra special by having one on one time with my favorite grandmother. I remember her heating a couple of old flat irons on the stove and wrapping them in towels and sliding them in the bed to keep our feet warm on those ice cold nights. She'd snuggle in with me and tell me a story or two. I remember her cradling me in her arms................ the sensation still lingers...........
I love you, my friends. I hope you have a wonderful memory that still envelops you when you need it most. And I hope you have a nice warm flat iron.
Is it me or do the winters of my childhood seem colder than they are these days? Of course, back in the day, each room wasn't heated as I have in my home today. The car was left outside and not garaged; no key fob to start the car to get it warmed. Yes, our creature comforts are something that I'd hate to give up. Let's hope we appreciate them.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)