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The Memories Live on...A Moment in Time Captured and Remains
Two Sisters, Making New Memories
We do not remember days; we remember moments.— Cesare Pavese
Cockles of My Heart
Cockles of My Heart According to Merriam Webster.com COCKLES OF HEART refers to the core of one's being —usually used in the phrase warm the cockles of the heart My grandsons and my daughter create this feeling within me as do other special moments.
We do remember the moments...
But there are some days that are burned into my memory...some that I wish were not there but are all a part of who I have become.
Thankfully, most of them are fond memories that warm the cockles of my heart.
And how wonderful it is they can be held in time digitally or in a hard copy of the photo or a wondrous video.
Cockles of My Heart According to Merriam Webster.com COCKLES OF HEART refers to the core of one's being —usually used in the phrase warm the cockles of the heart. My grandsons and my daughter create this feeling within me as do other special moments.
This Photo Brings So Many Memories to MInd....My Daughter, Husband, and I Were in Japan at This Time
Countless changes happen during the finite amount of time we are on the planet. Family members die, friends die ...it is the way of things after all.
Not only do we have loved ones leave us but many times places we lived in, played in, or frequented are torn down. Often some new use for the land is made. Sometimes the buildings are even used for some new purpose. rather than being demolished.
Recently I read a hub by our very own, Bill Holland, billybuc, here on HubPages, about a place that played what one may say is a pivotal role in the life of his family and many others. The link to it is provided.
His writings were the inspiration for this entry. Thanks for the inspiration, bill.
Quite an Album of Photos...a Few Naughty Ones...Awesome Guitar Music
"And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favors has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me ..." These lyrics from the Rolling Stones song remind us that time's passage moves on one moment at a time.
Passing so Quickly
Time elusive and out of control...One of the few things we cannot control.
Days turn into weeks and months and years while we are there, in the midst of it all. One day we are only a wee child of five years of age and in what seems no longer than the time it takes to blink, 30 years have passed. How can that be?
My grandchildren are great ways to remind me of the passage of time. It seems like five minutes ago I was holding my Jay who is now 20 in my arms when he was newly born. And now I look at him and he is no longer that precious little boy. He is now a precious grown man.
A few days ago, I sent my sister a photo of him holding his brother (it is my profile picture). She has not seen either of them for about four years. She wrote back and asked: "Who is holding the baby?" And of course I said, 'It is Jay."
She did not recognize him. He is no longer the little boy that we have adored all these years. Our little boy is now a man.
You know of course he will always be a little boy to me in some respects.
Albums Filled with Memories and a Kitty to Supervise All..
Photos Everywhere ...
On my shelves and on coffee tables are photo album after photo album. On my laptop, on facebook, on my Droid are an abundance of photos.
Photos that have stopped time for a moment. Often for a most wondrous moment, a birth, an anniversary, a birthday, weddings, holiday celebrations, and yes, even at the time of a funeral. Those once in a lifetime happenings are frozen in time for us to relish at some later time and to share with those who may not have been present.
I wish I could freeze time or go back in time and watch my kids grow up all over again because it is just going by too fast.
Perhaps we have all felt this way at one time or another...ps— Robert Rodriguez
This photo was taken the year my grandboy was seven months of age. He is on his Momma's lap at the annual Christmas cookie party.
His Momma's red hair is a symbol of her strength. She had just grown that little fuzzy head of hair back after many rounds of chemo.
She stopped taking that legalized poison as it was doing so much damage to her organs.
This precious child joined our family about a year later. And that is how long it took her little head of hair to appear too.
How I adore this photo.
Some Memories are Best Left in the Past
In the photo with my family (below), I weigh 256 pounds. I am in the yellow shirt on the far left.
O, I shudder as I look at that.
But it serves as a reminder that I do not wish to be that version of my unhealthy self.
A Treasure....My Nephew (in the front row)
A Glimpse at the Past
The memory remains.
The place or person may be in some far distant past.
The place or the most loved person may have been whisked away from us far too soon for our liking, but, time stands still in those photos.
The four-room schoolhouse that stood in the middle of a few acres down by the waters of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia is long gone.
Torn down many years ago and nothing stands in its place. The ghostly image remains there though. The two- storied white building with windows on all sides and a bright red brick stairway that led to the entrance still remains, captured by my mind's eye.
The children racing down the steps to the playground at recess time. The cheers as the kicker sent other runners home still echo in my mind. Time falls away. The years melt away. I am that little girl who attended Deltaville Elementary School.
That building is gone. But the memory will not be erased until none of still walk the planet.
And even then those who find photos of it in a box of photos stashed in Aunt Peg's closet will conjure up those days that kids began their education in that place.
A Lovely Place to Find Time to Catch Our Breath and Revel in Nature
Sometimes something as simple as a bench that stood in the yard of a loved one and is now in our own, freezes time for us.
The bench in the photo was built by my nephew and his Momma not too many years ago when she had gone to live with him. It was a favorite spot where they would sit in the evening while the pups were in the backyard sniffing every blade of grass visible. Soaking in the calm and listening to the gentle lull of my sister's voice as she recounted some tale to him made my nephew's eyes sparkle
That bench is now in my yard...my precious nephew, my sister's only son, left the planet too soon just a few years ago. This bench reminds me of the lovely moments that were spent there and the new moments being created.
It is now a lovely spot for me to relax for a few minutes, enjoying the calm there. And Gretta, my inherited pup, comes up for a little loving while I am there.
And when baby grandson visits, he loves to climb on it and be 'king of the mountain'. He even takes a few minutes to sit by his Nini to tell me some important story.
New memories, captured and remain.
In a town* where I once lived, a massive oak tree stood in the center of a two lane road that had four lanes intersecting. It was said to be about 375 years of age which makes it somewhat of a young 'un when compared to the Seven Sisters Oak in Mandeville, Louisiana. Estimates have its age at 1500 years.
Despite the relative youth of this tree that stood in a not-too-busy highway it was a part of history for those who lived there and had treasured its stature and beauty.
As often happens, a bigger idea, a better plan by the estimation of the city fathers and mothers, a vote was taken and the decision was that the town would best be served by the removal of this tree the town's people had grown to love. Protests, chaining themselves to the tree, more protests, shouting at city council meetings came to naught.
Progress won...or did it?
The beautiful tree lost. The town's people lost. And now when you go the that intersection which is now the intersection of multiple lanes and abundant traffic signals.
Too many little ones missed out on the first hand experience of marveling at that beauty.
The memories remain. In books and in old photos that many took of loved ones gathered under the tree.
(*The name of the town and the state are omitted because while this was not a good decision in the view of many, the town did make many other wise decisions. My intent is not to disparage the town. )
Words Freeze Time as Well
In one article that I have shared here on HubPages, one suggestion that was made is to record on tape or video or hand write the stories of your family members NOW.
Within each family are stories that are humorous, inspiring, chilling, filled with sorrow, adventure...
Take time to record them and transcribe them later.
Elder family members love to recount tales of days gone by. And there is so much wisdom in what they have to say.
Much of what you may not know about your family or town can be learned from your loved ones.
Your Mommas and Daddys and Grandparents have a storehouse of wisdom and fun and knowledge to share. Record it before it is lost to you and future generations.
Photos and words can transport us to a time and place that we have tucked in our mind. Seeing the photo or reading a letter or story about that time from the past may bring a rush of feelings to those who experience them.
Each new day brings a new opportunity to discover and experience something unknown about our families. Often we say "Someday I will do that... no lost memories for this family."
Perhaps 'someday' should begin today.
© 2015 Patricia Scott