I grew up in a very small town that did not have any restaurants. We did, however, have a general store. My mother used to send my sisters and I up to the store to buy a loaf of bread or carton of milk. My father used to work at the gas station which was just a stone's throw away. My uncle owned the farm behind our house and was a dairy farmer. I remember many days sitting in the backyard watching the cows graze out in the field behind out house. They would munch their way from the barnyard all the way up to the fence bordering our backyard and then slowly turn around and make their way back. Yep, that was usually the highlight of every summer's evening. Of course, we also caught lightening bugs and put them in quart jars. Now, that was fun!
Of course, there were also attractions in the front yard as well. The porch, for example, was the hotspot for many car counting escapades. I had three sisters and we would all sit on the porch, pick a color that would be "ours", and wait for cars to drive by. If the car was "our" color, we'd chalk up one point. You can see how exciting this activity could be in a small town with hardly any traffic, I'm sure.
As I said, there were no restaurants, but that didn't mean we didn't eat well! Oh, no! On the contrary, we ate very well. Watermelon and corn on the cob were my two favorite summertime foods. My father eventually build a nice grill - made it out of brick so it would last! Then we would have family cook-outs - they were the best! My mom could bake a pie like no other. And did I mention she was the best cook around? Well, she was. Yummy foods were always being baked, cooked, canned, or frozen.
Childhood memories are a thing to cherish. Everybody should be so lucky as I to have such a blissful childhood, one free of the worries and cares of the world we live in today. Free also of stress and heartache in the home. I thank God for my childhood days.
Of course, there were also attractions in the front yard as well. The porch, for example, was the hotspot for many car counting escapades. I had three sisters and we would all sit on the porch, pick a color that would be "ours", and wait for cars to drive by. If the car was "our" color, we'd chalk up one point. You can see how exciting this activity could be in a small town with hardly any traffic, I'm sure.
As I said, there were no restaurants, but that didn't mean we didn't eat well! Oh, no! On the contrary, we ate very well. Watermelon and corn on the cob were my two favorite summertime foods. My father eventually build a nice grill - made it out of brick so it would last! Then we would have family cook-outs - they were the best! My mom could bake a pie like no other. And did I mention she was the best cook around? Well, she was. Yummy foods were always being baked, cooked, canned, or frozen.
Childhood memories are a thing to cherish. Everybody should be so lucky as I to have such a blissful childhood, one free of the worries and cares of the world we live in today. Free also of stress and heartache in the home. I thank God for my childhood days.
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