I'm thinking about how it used to be. Does that mean I'm getting old? Or just that life really was innocent and good when I grew up?
Hard work in tobacco fields.
Delicious meals cooked by Mom, no matter how busy she was.
Fresh strawberries raised close to our house.
Picking wild blackberries - eating the pies Mom made.
Playing with my cousins til dark - catching lightning bugs in jars.
Knowing without a doubt that I was loved.
Three brothers - one who loved to torture us with his temper, one who was the peacemaker, and one who was the baby of the family - more than a little spoiled.
My mom made the best yeast rolls I've ever tasted - and she made them often.
Christmas = tangerines, oranges, apples, candy as well as toys. I still remember Christmas when I smell a tangerine.
Lewis Miller's store - going there on rainy days when my dad couldn't work.
My mom on her Ford tractor.
First trip to the beach - the ocean was so big and so loud!
Things we didn't have and I didn't miss: Cell phones, Ipods, huge tv's, malls, computers (I am glad we have them now). Seems like we had more time.