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Memoriesby The Dragonhttp://www.gettingtogather.netMemories can be a curse or a blessing, it's all according to your perspective on thegiven situation. It would seem that the younger generation are too busy living life toeven think about any kind of memories, but then again, when we was young wewere the same way. So I guess memories are just for the older generations.Memories can creep up on you without warning and you find yourself drifting backto a time that is long since forgotten. I find that if I keep busy enough that thesewarm and longingful times don't creep up on you as often, but it is when you are sitting stilland your mind is not as active as it should be that these memories creep up on youlike a gentle fog, settling, ever so gently upon your mind and sweeping you back toa kinder and gentler place.While sitting on the back porch with my dog "Tara" at my feet, watching my beesvisiting every flower, going to and fro from flower to hive, the gentle fog startssettling upon my mind and I go drifting back to the distant past and find myselfwaking up as a child.Getting up before dawn and splashing the cool water upon my face to wash the sand,that the Sandman had left, out of my eyes. I look over at my brother that is doingthe same and we smile at each other, then we help each other make up the beds andpick up the room. We can hear the warm conversation of the rest of the family asthey are getting ready to face the new day.We would then go downstairs and out the back door to take care of all the animal'sthat we were fortunate enough to have and treated them as well as we could. Someof us would get water, while some of us would get firewood and then all of us wouldbring everything to the kitchen. Then we all went out to the shed and got our hoe's, wewould sharpen the dull ones, wax all the handles, then precede out to the garden andstart hoeing until the breakfast bell rang, then we would gleefully go to the backporch in order to wash up for breakfast, while joking and playing the whole time this was going on.Breakfast was a wonderful time and if you happen to be standing near, you wouldhonestly think that we had all just met for the first time and had our whole lives tocatch up on. The conversation was not only rich and fulfilling but knowledgeableand forever bonding us as a family. The love and devotion that was around the tablewas a wonder to behold within itself but it was so commonplace with us that wenever knew what a treasure we had.After breakfast we would wash up and get ready for school, then walk the 3 1/2miles to school. Later my brother would have to walk five miles to school, but thatis another time and another memory, right now we are still in grammar school.In the summer I can remember the beauty of the bird's, the butterflies and the bees,looking at the pond's, while longing for a fishing pole. In the winter I can rememberthe ice spewing up out of the ground, the cold rain but warm company of mybrother's and sisters, all while walking to school.School was such a wonderful thing, so many things going on and so many kids yourage to converse with and play with during recess. It was a place you learned whatthe world was like and also what was going on in the world outside of your county.It was also a place that you found out how little you knew and how much you had tolearn.It was a place that held a key to the future and the mysteries of the world andheld you in awe at the amount of knowledge there was in the world.After school we would proceed home, noticing every bush and every spec of wildlifealong the way, enjoying each other's company and as we neared the house we wouldstart discussing which chores each one of us wanted to do that afternoon, of coursethe garden was always there after we got through with all the other chores and wewould hoe in the garden until dark. But as we were lined up across the rows, jokingand laughing while hoeing the weeds, we never realized how wonderful these timeswere and how the simplicity of our whole lifestyle and our ethics is what made usso happy. We were too poor to realize we was poor, but was too rich in what we hadin each other as a family to even contemplate the fact that we was poor.It was really a treat when we were lucky enough to receive company and Iremember one afternoon when Mr. Duke came to see us and sat down with myfather on the front porch. Mr. Duke was a tall man and very huskily built with a hintof the stomach starting to show but his most predominant feature was on his faceand that was his unusually cut beard and the very predominant handlebar mustache.He also had a very predominant English accent, very articulate in his speech butheavily accented toward lower England. Naturally, when company came we tried toput our best foot forward and make our company feel right at home and Mr. Dukewas no exception. The cider was drawn up from the well and the cake was broughtout andcut into larger than usual portionsThe nice thing about company, especially company that got around and visitedpeople a lot, was that we were able to catch up on all the news that we would notnormally get. Plus you may hear about new inventions or some great new marvelthat was just around the corner. As usual Mr. Duke did not let us down, he told usseveral things about the people around our area and what made his news sowelcome was that he always gave the positive news and tried his best to leave anynegativity out if at all possible. He was a very kind and caring individual. Hestarted speaking about a bicycle he had ordered from Germany and about how it hadbeen damaged beyond comfortable repairability. I could see my father's interest, butthat is another story, another dream and another memory.Just as soon as Mr. Duke left, we started doing our homework and finished as soonas possible, for we had to wash ourselves and put our clothes out for the next day.We put out one set for the morning chores and another set for school. Then camethe calming part of the day and that was when the family said goodnight to eachother before retiring. Then me and my brother would go upstairs and get into bed,say our silient prayers then look over and say "goodnight brother", to each other.ByThe Dragon Just an Old Man remembering kinder and gentlier times Article Tags: Each Other