Monday, August 07, 2006

I been thinkin,,,,,,

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Not about much or of anything in particular, just a little day-dreaming and reminiscing about the good ole days. My mother's parents, Grandma and Grandpa Fisher lived in that old house up there from my earliest recollection until after I was married, when one day a tornado come barreling through and swooped off the roof and scooped many of their belongings up into the air to be tossed across acres of cotton and soybean fields.

I spent a' many a lazy summer day on that porch up there so when I ran across the photo it brought so many life photos to mind. I remember pushing the dasher on Grandma's churn until my little arms grew tired and Grandma would relieve me, and sitting out there when a heap of cousins came visitin and there wasn't enough room to seat everyone at the kitchen table. We'd take our plates and iced tea that Grandma had poured up in old snuff glasses cause we weren't grown enough to handle the big glasses yet. I remember my sister, Paula, riding her tricycle up and down, up and down, and coming to close to the edge and tipping over. Not much was hurt but her pride but that was plenty loud enough.
Barely noticeable in this old black and white photo is the old trunk that sat against the house wall near one of the windows. We never, not once, opened that old trunk so until this day the mystery of what it held is lost to me. Grandma loved flowers and she had every old pot, pan, and every other sort of container full of dirt with her flowers planted in them. Her elephant ears were always growing on either side of the porch steps,,,you can see one of those up there. We also shelled plenty of peas and butter beans as we sat out there of a cool morning before the sun crawled over the house.

On the little line she had strung between two porch posts she'd hang out the dish towels or a few undies that she'd hand washed in between wash days. In one of those old pots she had ornamental peppers planted and I heeded her warning about those little, hot, devils after that one time I just had to see for myself if they were as hot as she said.

There on the south side of the house you can see part of the huge pecan tree where Grandpa had an old cot where'd he'd sometimes take a little nap before going back to the fields. There was an old tire swing there for a time and later on he whittled us out a board seat for that old rope. I loved sitting out there during Sunday family get-togethers listening to the adults laugh and talk. I read many a book while sittin or lying under that big old tree and took many adventures in my mind.
Behind those two windows were the beds where we had our naps in the cool dark, even when the days were hot. We didn't have air-conditioners back then so there was an old box fan moving the air around as we snoozed.

During a rain shower that old tin roof made the most indescribable musical sound that would put us right off to sleep even if we'd thought we weren't a bit sleepy. I remember the safe feelings I had back then when all seemed right with the world.

There's nothing left of the old home place anymore, even the trees are gone,,,pushed up by farmers to make the fields bigger. It's sad because I'd love to be able to go back there and remember some more.

23 comments:

Tammy said...

Oh Brenda!!
It was just like I was right there with ya shug!!
Surely you are going to turn this story into the Dew on the Kudzu...it is just too good not to!!
(((hugs)))

Sally said...

We sure have a lot in common, Ms. Brenda The memories are slightly different in that my grandpa died before I was born. I'm glad you have those memories, and yes, like you wish I could go back and remember some more. Love to you.

Virginia Gal said...

oh that was lovely, thanks for sharing the memories.

I also have fond memories of spending summers with my grandparents in India...I think those memories are like big blankets, what comforts us in our times of need, no?

Cal said...

Nice post, Brenda.

cassie-b said...

Great story. My memories of my grandparents aren't nearly that nice. I'll post about them one of these days. But I really enjoyed sharing your memories with you.
Thanks

Cas
What are snuff glasses?

Andie Pandie said...

I love memories like that. :)

Cindra said...

I can't believe you never lifted the lid to that trunk.You must have thought of it as just another piece of furniture.
There are so many times when I would like to go back. It was a simpler life, not any of the "stuff" I battle with on a daily basis today. Was it innocence? The world moves too fast today. It gobbles up everything... not just the farmland.
I'll go back with you!!!

MissKris said...

Sweetie, I saw your little comment on my entry about finding strength in hard things and I had to come on over this morning and 'read' how you're doing. Maybe you're going thru the 'menopausal madness' I was experiencing there for a while. This is such an awful, awful time in our lives, sigh...and now that I've come out to the "other side" and can see the forest IN SPITE of the trees once again, it's like "What was I so twisted, confused, mixed-up, and messed-up about anyway?!?" ARGGGHHHHHHHH! If ever you want to just...talk...email me. I'd be glad to compare notes with you, haha! ;-)

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CJ said...

I almost thought you were talking about my Granny when you started reminiscing about days gone by. Our Granny's must have had a lot in common, what with hangin' the undies and tea towels on that line between the porch posts and planting everything under the sun, IN everything under the sun. Granny even used old slop jars (pee buckets in the winter time) to plant stuff in. I remember as I grew "up" and started realizing what the hell everything was, I would get so embarrassed when the preacher would come by for Sunday dinner. I mean who wanted the preacher (of all people), to see that pee bucket sitting on the front porch with some kind of a flower or plant in it. Oh the humiliation! *chortles*

My Granny had a trunk in the attic upstairs and I remember sometimes when I was supposed to be doing homework while she was milking, I'd sneak my butt up there and snoop. OMG the stuff she saved, I don't think she ever threw anything away, I remember all to well her saying... keep that, they'll be a use for it later and there usually was.

Anyway, back to the trunk in the attic. It was one of those Camel back trucks, black with a big wide gold colored band that ran across the center. I opened it up and there was all kinds of things from when Gramps was in the Army, old black & white pictures, some medals, his army uniform and letters, all kinds of letters bundled up with a sack string tied around them... all kinds of mementos that I'm sure meant something to Granny, and even more so after Gramps died.

Anyway, I love remembering the things that now when I tell someone, or mention it on my blog, people will say... "How the hell old are you anyway?" *snorts*

Mary Lou said...

I never knew my Mom's parents, and my Dad's parents kept moving around and so did we, so I did not see much of them either.

kaliblue said...

Ah!! Days gone by..When life seemed to be care free from anything that might have been bad. I too love going through pictures and reminising. Your Grandfolks house reminds me of my great Grams house. She had big ole tractor tires she used to contain flowerbeds. We'd spray paint them white for her. I'll have to try and dig out pics her house and show it someday:-). Thanks for sharing your lovely memories.

John Strain said...

Brenda, That old place exists. I was just there. It seemed real to me. You can go back anytime you want just like you did when you wrote this post.

Very good descriptive writing.

jazzi said...

I'm pretty sure I could see the plates on the table, and smell breakfast while I was reading, Brenda! I sure hope our grandkids remember back just as fondly as we all do.

Vicki said...

Wonderful memory - thanks for sharing!!

My Father-in-law used old snuff glasses for iced tea too. Nothing like it on a hot day!

PEA said...

Aren't memories a wonderful thing?!! I loved your post and it made me remember so many things about my gran that I had forgotten. We had a camp right next to their house so in the summer time I would see her lots and spend all my time with her. Darn it, girl, I want to know what was in that trunk!!!! lol

Special K said...

John is absolutely right, and I thank you for taking me on this little trip in time.

It always feels weird to me to read of people whose parents grew up on this continent, and to see their lives were just as rustic as my own parents'. Certainly I'd read such things in books, but I grew up with nothing but immigrants or kids of immigrants...it never occurred to me living rough was something anyone ever did in this land of plenty.

Nicely done, pumpkin. And again, thank you.

Autumn said...

I think we must be related. I have some of those same memories..
Thanks for the happy childhood reminders of a simplier time

Joan said...

Great memories Brenda. I had many of the same sitting on my Grandma's porch helping her shell peas and eating cherries. Those were the days my friend.

JunieRose said...

I enjoyed this story so much!! It reminds me a lot of some of my husband's memories of his growing up years. He grew up in Alabama in the 30's
(I wrote a lot about his memories on my blog)

I too, am from the south so can identify so well with what you've written.

Junie

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Donna said...

We'd do all the pea and corn schucking on the back porch...played with the chickens and ran from the roosters..hahaa...not a fond memory, that.
And dreamed...yes, I had a lot of those too...
Wonderful post Miz Brenda...
hughugs