My Childhood Time Revisited
My Childhood Memories
I watched the autumn leaves floating slowing from the trees
to kiss the cooler October ground---as a soft fall breeze
sent the leaves of splashing hues of ginger, golden and browns;
tumbling across my country yard--- awaking memories
dormant in my heart,
Of my sweet childhood of long ago---I can still hear the distant
little voices as their sounds echoes in my memory and touches
my very soul; making my eyes tear up---even though for many
years we have been apart.
These little children were my extended sisters and brothers,
They were ever so precious and like no others.
I believe we had the prettiest girls in our class,
And the most handsome boys whose funny exhibitions
were a blast.
Yes, the boys they were rough and tough to each other,
But when needed---they were there just like a brother.
“Red Rover, Red Rover Send Arthur Right Over” He
would run and break through the little arms that made blockades,
As we held hands tight, laughing and giggling as many names
were called in our elementary grades.
Halloween came with a blast, drawing Jack-o’-lanterns and scary
bowed-up black cats, with Witches soaring around on a broom,
Flying high in the October night as silhouettes in front of a full moon.
Thanksgiving came with many songs that are forever stored in my
mind, “Over the River and Through the Woods to Grandmother’s
House We Go”
I always wondered where Grandpa was---maybe he waited in another
time no one seemed to know.
I remember the smells of each season, and how we greeted, the frozen
grass on the playground by running and sliding on our butts,
When trying to explain our dirty clothes to our mothers as they
shook their heads with many tut-tut- tuts.
Christmas was one of my favorite times of the year, because ‘Baby Jesus” was born and the beautiful story we hear again and again, about Mary, Joseph and three wise men that followed the star to Bethlehem,
I can still see the little donkey looking at Baby Jesus and the little lamb.
We drew names, decorated a tree, had a class party, gave the teacher our gifts and left school for two weeks, full of Yuletide Cheer.
Waiting to return for a new year.
Then it was Valentine’s Day---with hearts and love notes---on our mind,
While in school---we decorated shoes boxes that were sublime.
Then at home we wrote little notes to our classmates, and then signed, our names on the penny store bought or handmade Valentines,
To put through the slit of each box---sitting on a table or desks, saying mainly----“Be Mine.”
We kept them and read them over and over again and in our memory banks many were stored for all time---to recall later,
Sweet memories and sweet friends---neither was greater.
St Patrick’s Day---each made a green four leaf clover,
And the teacher read to us about Leprechauns, and I dreamed about them over and over.
Easter was very special---the Easter Bunny came,
Leaving me a basket on Sunday morning full of candies, a stuffed Bunny, and a chocolate Easter eggs; and taped on the basket was a card with my name.
Then to Sunday school I would go---and I hated hearing about My Jesus nailed on a cross; but on Easter he arose to live again,
And then we would all stand and say Amen.
We had the best teachers---I will testify---they taught, read, planned great lessons and each day after lunch read to us,
My favorite one was Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, and Injun Joe we all listened it was our learning rush.
School is out, and we would not see each other until the new school year,
I always wondered then---if this made the teachers happy—and did they cheer?
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