Like, I wonder how many times..
I rustled through Granddad's papers...
or walked this path to Black Hawk...
or climbed these stairs...
or ate fudge on that bench...
or had a bath in that tub...
or "helped" Granddad out in the yard...
or put my hands in the bird bath (okay, I don't recall that one ever happening; he IS a boy, after all)...
or typed on that typewriter...
or sat in that chair...
or wished so badly to go tromping around in those woods...
or walked through the apples (I can smell them even as I type!)...
or looked back remorsefully as my parents led me to the car to leave...
5 comments:
did you get that recliner for a nickel?
remembering . . . . .
Ha! But no. :)
Touching stuff. There's definitely something to be said for remembering roots and building new memories with your son which are interwoven with memories from your own childhood.
Love all the pictures of late Moses is looking so grown-up! Your china cabinet is beautiful!
That looking back pic...man, if you enlarge it - you can really see the sad resolve on his face.
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