Welcome in Through My Back Door. It is so windy out there tonight. To me it is cold, too. You know the coffee is on, it is DD Hazelnut, and yes it's decaf. You never have to ask after 3:00. I remember when I could drink regular coffee right up to bedtime. Not anymore. That is just a memory. I love remembering, do you? Not life changing memories, just stuff you remember. Well a few posts ago I mentioned my Great Aunt Cleona and said one day I will do a blog on her. Todays the day. She was my Grandmothers older sister and she truly marched to the tune of a different drummer. I am not making fun of her in any way, as I loved this lady. She still has living grandchildren and I wouldn't want to hurt them, but she was the way she was. She was a musician. Played the accordion. I loved hearing her play. She would come visit us and bring it with her. My dad had to get up really early, so they went to bed early. Aunt Cleona and I liked to stay up late. Well, she would play the accordion and I would sing and dance, and we would laugh until we cried. Of course we kept my parents awake and of course my dad was so NOT happy, but it is a wonderful memory for me. She and her first husband wrote music and I still have some of the pieces they wrote. His name was Emmett and he was my grandpas uncle. My grandpa used to laugh all the time about his uncle being his brother in law. She was also a preacher. See what I mean? A very interesting lady. I am a lot like her and so are a lot of you! What you say? She collected before collecting became popular. We used to all laugh because she had so much STUFF! She might have 6-8 lamps in one room. Probably only one or two actually worked. She was not a hoarder. She was very clean, she just liked stuff. The same with clocks. Many of them in the same room and just maybe only one worked.lol I don't have a lot of lamps and clocks, but I have pantry boxes, firkins, treenware, you get my drift? My first piece of pewter came from her. One piece, now look at me.
She gave me a lot more than things. She gave me her time. When I would go to visit my grandparents in the summer she always had me to spend the night. My cousin Lucille would go with me and we would giggle and giggle and act afraid of the "ugly" people in the frames on the wall. I would love to have them now.One last thing. She was living out of town and was coming to my grandparents for Christmas. Well her bus schedule got mixed up and she got there early. Sometime in the morning the household was awakened by someone singing carols. It was her. When she came in my Mother thought oh goodness she has gained a lot of weight since I saw her. It wasn't weight. Instead of bringing a suitcase she just wore everything! That is the truth. My grandmother was appalled and when she went back home, she took a suitcase. I think it was a good idea, especially for today the way luggage gets lost all the time.
Another memory from my childhood was going to the well machine with my Daddy. He would fry us eggs in his shanty,and they were the best. He couldn't cook anything, but eggs.lol In the summer time when they would bring the mud out of the hole and empty it, I would walk in it and loved to feel it squishing between my toes.It was smooth as silk. I have no pictures of that and I guess it is a good thing.lol
Memories are our connection to our past. Our childhood and our family. If you are lucky enough to have a sister or a brother to share those memories with, do it. When you are an only child you don't have that luxury. You know what hurts me? To hear of brothers and sisters who don't speak. I find that tragic. There may be a perfectly good reason for it, but to me it is still sad.
We are blessed to have our memories. Life changes and passes quickly and for some of us our memories are all we have. Do you ever think of what kind of memories you are creating? What will your friends and family remember? When my kids get together we laugh ourselves silly. They don't all remember things exactly alike and a lot of times I remember it completely different from them, but we remember. That is what is important.
Spring is finally coming. I am so excited I can hardly wait for warm days. I can't wait to sit out here and have my coffee in the morning.
Well thanks for coming Through My Back Door today where life is good. Hope you weren't bored.
PS: I want to give a shout out to Lisa Martin from Johnson City, who came into the Hen when I was there and said she came because she reads my blog. It was nice to meet you Lisa and I KNOW you love all your goodies.I hope you come back again.
PSS: With all the deadly tornados we had over the weekend, don't forget to pray for those without homes, and who have lost their loved ones. Also don't forget to thank God for what you still have today.
PSSS:Please remember to continue to pray for Amanda. She has chemo this Wednesday and it went so much better last time.We know why don't we?