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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)

TITLE: Precious Memories
By LaNaye Perkins
04/06/08


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I remember when I was just a kid, one of my favorite things to do was come to this farm. Throughout my childhood I lived for the times of utter freedom that I felt when I got to come here to visit. My memories are full of different adventures from those days gone by.

A common thread to all these memories was my Grandma and Grandpa. They were good at making all us kids feel as though we were the greatest grandchild in the world. Each time we came to visit, we knew they’d love us up real good. I can remember sitting outside on hot summer evenings, with Grandpa and Grandma sitting around visiting with all their kids. All us grandkids would be running around the yard chasing lightning bugs, and playing games like Red Rover, Crack the Whip, Hide and Seek, and Tag. Or, sometimes we would just grab a handful of weeping willow branches and see who could swing the best. Often times we would all start singing old gospel songs while waiting for the homemade ice cream to finish getting cranked out. That was back during a time when families seemed to want to take time to spend together.

During these wonderful family gatherings I can recall late nights when the grownups would all be around the table playing games like Spoons, Rummy, Yahtzee, and WaHoo. The old farm house would be filled with laughter and lively talk. Sometimes they would even get the record player going and clear the furniture off the front room floor so everyone could dance. When it came time to bed down for the night us kids usually always picked a spot on the floor to make a pallet to sleep on. Grandma always said there was room for everyone as long as she had floor space.

Many mornings as I peered through dusty window panes looking for the first hint of morning, I would hear my Grandpa moving around in the kitchen. When he’d see me peeking around the corner he’d just smile and say: “Come on in here Sissy, I heard you movin’ about in the other room. You’re just waiting on that old sun to wake up so you can go catch that horse to ride aren’t cha?“. I’d always scurry in and we’d just sit and talk while we waited for daylight. I never realized at the time, how precious those moments of memory would become to me.

When I grew up Grandma often wrote me letters just to tell me she loved me and that she prayed for me. I have many of those letters to this day. From time to time I dig them out and read them again. They always fill my heart with love like a warm hug, and it is as if I can close my eyes and fill her arms wrap around me once more.

Grandpa passed away shortly after my oldest son was born. He always seemed bigger than life to me, and I missed him terribly when he passed. I always saw him as a hero as he had fought in the war. Military service was something the men of my dad’s family had always done. I remember my dad always saying how it would turn a boy into a man if he’d let it. I guess it is no wonder that I married a military man when I got older.

Grandma left us to go be with Jesus in July of 1990, and although they are both gone, sometimes I still feel the essence of those two very special people who first moved here so many years ago. It is my husband and I who now live on this farm. We are the third generation of this family to call it home.

Life has a way of traveling full circle. Now my husband and I are Grandma and Grandpa. It is our kids who come over to visit and our grandkids are the ones running around outside now. My prayer is that they will play games like Red Rover, Hide and Seek, Crack the Whip, and Tag too.


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Glynis Becker 04/10/08
Just lovely. What wonderful memories you have and now you get the opportunity to make memories with your grandchildren. Life is beautiful, isn't it?
Chely Roach04/10/08
A wonderful story, full of nostalgia.
Beth LaBuff 04/11/08
This is a phrase I've not heard (and I like it), "we knew they’d love us up real good". Your memories recorded this way are very heart-warming. Are there others in your family who would like to read this? You've brought back a lot of "precious memories" for me with this.
Lyn Churchyard04/13/08
What a simply lovely story. Those memories certainly are precious for sure. I hope you dreams come true, and that your grandchildren have as much fun playing on the farm as you and the other kids did when you stayed with your Grandma and Grandpa. Beautiful story, thank you.
Joy Faire Stewart04/14/08
Hope this is a true story. The memories are wonderful and you told it beautifully.
Jan Ackerson 04/14/08
Your love for your grandparents and their farm life really shines through.

Since you asked for red ink: Your first line didn't really hook me; there was nothing there that made me think this story was going to stand out from other "I remember my grandparents" stories.

Your writing was very true to your title: precious!
Debbie Wistrom04/15/08
Your details rang true and echoed some of my own memories. I appreciate your telling of these important parts of your life.
LauraLee Shaw04/15/08
"Life has a way of traveling full circle." Oh, yes! Absolutely! Great transition that makes me want to reflect what I am bringing full circle.
Sara Harricharan 04/16/08
Just like your title suggests-these are special, precious memories here! This read like flashes of life in and out for me, and the ending was good, it fit just right! My favorite line though was this one:

"Each time we came to visit, we knew they’d love us up real good."

Made me smile! ^_^
Tim Pickl04/16/08
Tag, you're IT! I can almost hear you crying as you write this story...such blessed memories of your godly Grandparents. What a wonderful heritage to pass on to your grandchildren, who will some day be grandparents.
Betty Castleberry04/16/08
These memories are indeed, precious. You made me want to visit the farm. Nicely done.