Family

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I Remember When…

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the memories became engrained within me which keeps the family farm richly alive through the passing years.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the trip dragged on and on with excitement and anticipation growing with each passing mile.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; morning greeted me early with sounds of conversation rising up through the register in the floor above the kitchen from which smells of breakfast cooking provided a glimpse of the wonders which would fill the day.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the table was covered with fresh hot homemade bread spread with creamy white hand churned butter covered with waxy sticky home raised honey to be washed down with cold rich milk.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the hay rustled as I scampered across the wide field to reach the cold clear waters of the nearby creek and to splash in its shallow pools.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the smells mixed together as the sweet fragrance of fresh cut hay blended with the pungent odor of the barn, the rustic aroma of the wooden buildings and the smoky scent of the coal stove.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the sound of the huge barn doors creaking on their hinges remained in my ears to be joined by the slam of the screen door against its jamb, the squeak of the water pump in the kitchen sink and the gurgling of the stream outside the back door.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the picture of the weathered barn and the outbuildings resting down along the road became etched in my mind even as I turned to gaze upon the aged house and outhouse perched on the hillside.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the voices of my grandpa and dad, strolling down the dusty road, created in my mind images of times gone by and people I may never meet but which had helped to form a rich heritage.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the conversations between my grandma and mom drew my interest to things such as flowers, ferns and bushes that would otherwise have gone unnoticed by me.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the vision of my grandparents standing on the road waving goodbye until they vanished out of view and would be stored until I would return again.

I remember when I was young and visited my grandparents; the trip home was filled with story telling recapping each adventure, songs to filling in the time and sleep demanding payment for the whirlwind of activity.

Now I am older and can no longer visit my grandparents; I have only the memories to enjoy and treasure and thankfulness to the gracious Lord Who gave such wonderful grandparents and memories to me.

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