Like many of you, I grew up during the “simpler times.” At least that’s how it seemed to me when I was a youngster.
Life was less harried and moved at a slower pace.
Until my pre-teen years I lived in a small town in a small house and attended a small school.
My mother was a stay-at-home mama for many years and I loved just being with her. She worked hard to make our house a home, and when Daddy trudged through that front door at night, it became a safe haven far removed from the daily grind of ordinary life.
Our supper hour was almost sacred as concerns were temporarily shelved and hardships forgotten.
Nothing was cooked from a box or a mix.
There was actual conversation.
Laughter happened often.
The family hour was observed and respected.
God wasn’t put in a box, nor was prayer strictly limited to Sundays.
My sister and I had rules and we were better because of them.
Affection was openly displayed.
We loved. Deeply. Without reservation.
Imperfect and not without our blemishes, we recognized the blessing of togetherness.
The memories of that sleepy period of my youth still evoke feelings of awe that will never be duplicated.
It was a season of innocence, wonder, and acceptance.
And it was reverence for simplicity at its finest.
Who would have thought that those faraway years would be the foundation for my heartfelt, homespun fiction?
I truly believe I am John Boy’s long-lost sister.
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If you write, does your life mirror your writing?
How connected is your past to your future?
What circumstances evoke sweet memories for you?
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Blessings Always,
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I pictured you and your loving family as I read this post. It really took me back. I grew up in a small town. Everyone knew everybody. Life was simpler and less hurried. I often wonder – where did it go?
Great post!
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Loree, time has indeed gone so quickly. While I celebrate exciting paths ahead, part of me longs for the simplicity of yesterday–something that future generations will possibly never know.
I wish the days could be so carefree for my grandchildren. My daughter works hard to allow them to “be kids” in a society where doors remain locked most of the time, and strangers are eyed warily.
My life is my writing, or is it the other way around?
My past and future are only connected by today.
I love a parade through a small town where everyone participates.
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Patti, it’s a different day and age, isn’t it? While I look forward to the future, I miss those sweet days of my youth.
I like parades, too! So many towns don’t have them anymore.