Once in a while my mind wonders back to a simpler time, and I’ll think of the silliest things.
For instance, out of the blue, the other morning I thought of my grandmother’s bloomers, and how when they hung on the wash line, for God and everyone to see, they reminded me of billowy sails. Actually they seemed generous enough to sail the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria!
Then my mind began to think of other random memories.
The way my grandfather would pour his coffee into the saucer under the cup, so the freshly brewed liquid would cool enough to take a sip.
My mother’s coffee tin under the sink that held bacon drippings, to be used for such delicacies as fried cabbage, green bean, and oh yeah, fried potatoes. Everything tasted better when cooked with the flavor of bacon.
Instead of an Advent calendar, we cut out dolls from the Sears & Roebuck Christmas catalog—twenty five in all. We’d string them, and then hang the dangling dollies across a door way or above our beds. One was pulled off every night before we went to sleep.
My grandparents, Dad’s folks, would bury cured hams in the oats bin to keep them dry and secure until they needed them. It would be the job of the grandkids to search and find the precious stash. It was fun jumping in the dry oats and digging around until… eureka… there it was…all brown and hard and salty. It was like digging for buried treasure.
Darning socks…who does that anymore? My mom sure did. After she’d close the sock wound, it always left a scar like ridge, which would ultimately give me a blister if it happened to be at the toe or heel. I decided, I’d rather have my toe stick out.
Bible School was something I looked forward to. Seeing old friends in a different setting and hoping I’d get to sit near that certain someone during Sister Roth’s flannel graph lessons, had me in such a state of anticipation that my mind was hardly on the spiritual… as it should have been. Mom’s tuna fish sandwiches topped with dill pickle and Sterzing’s chips was my favorite bagged lunch. We’d all sit under a big Elm tree and enjoy our sack lunches and each other’s company. It was after one of those Bible school summers that I was baptized in the river by our pastor.
Summer break from school was anything but a break. As country kids we helped our parents with farm and garden work. The reward in July was going to the county fair. We saved all summer, anxiously waiting for its arrival. Girlie shows, freak acts, carnival rides, cotton candy, stuffed animals and carnie hucksters made up the menagerie that was the fair. The guys that were too young to enter the adult peep shows, but that didn’t detour them from catching a peak around the back, in an existing tear in the canvas or one they made themselves. All we girls wanted were giant teddy bears that proved our boyfriends really cared.
Memories can be sweet daydreams of the past or what might happen in the future. One thing’s for sure, they make up who we are, and what we pass on to our children.
Do a little daydreaming today.