“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.” – Robert Frost
Part of my everyday Sunday life was sitting on the back steps of my grandmother’s home early in the morning watching her wring a chicken’s neck so we could have the best fried chicken in the world for dinner. It spooked me the way the headless body of the chicken would flop around. My grandmother’s house on the outskirts of Dallas is now condemned. — Photo by Pat Bean
Mine from the Ages of 3 to 11
These are the steps I ran up every week day to catch the school bus. I tripped on them once and chipped a tooth, which the dentist said was why it finally fell out when I was in my 60s. — Photo by Pat Bean
When I was 11 years old my grandmother, the only person I thought loved me – of course I was wrong – died. My whole world then changed, and it wasn’t for the better.
I recently searched out my grandmother’s old home. As Robert Frost said, life had moved on. But the memories of my everyday life as it was back then are still etched into my soul.
“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” – John Lennon
This is the tree in the next door neighbor’s yard that I climbed most everyday. I loved this old tree, which back then was young and perfect. The house on the right was a corn field. — Photo by Pat Bean
“Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out.” – Anton Chekhov .
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What a lovely and peaceful place. I have a tree like that In my yard, maybe I’ll go climb it 🙂
I hope you do climb that tree. Or at least hug it for me.
very-nice glimpse into everyday life. how sad that your old relic can’t be saved. maybe you can ask for something – anything – as a reminder of your times there? (A doornob?!!!) z
Since I live in an RV I’m happy just to have memories and digital phtos. Thanks for commenting.
“Grandma’s house” memories are definitely special. I don’t need a doorknob either, but I would love one last apple from her tree….
My grandmother had an apriot tree, and fig trees, that I had forgotten all about until you mentioned the apple tree. Thanks for the memory and for commenting.
My older sister and brother lived with my grandmother and great-grandmother during their early childhood. I only got to hear the stories about Great-Grandma Hicks wringing the chickens’ necks and frying their eyeballs. We younger siblings felt we had missed out on a very entertaining time.
Today’s kids don’t know what they’re missing Darla
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THAT’S for sure.
I have such precious memories of my grandmother’s long-ago Missouri farm, Pat. Your post brought them back. I wanted so much to buy the farm when it was sold: I’m glad now I didn’t. The world is different. The memories themselves are enough of riches.
Thanks for commenting Susan. It’s so interesting at our age in life that the mention of one thing can jump start images and feelings that are once again vivid in our minds.
Keep smiling Pat Beanhttps://patbean.wordpress.com > Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 14:55:12 +0000 > To: patbean@msn.com >