Oh, sweet! What a great memory. And like the best poetry, I suppose, it prompts me to begin knocking around in dusty corners of my mind to see whether I have something comparable. Nice!
Such wonderful memories! Remembering is sometimes the art of bringing the present into the past. Our present reflections on things that happened so long ago can be so vivid and real. This seems to be one of those moments.
This is such a wonderfully evocative poem Teresa. Beautiful. My first reaction was to wonder whether this is an actual memory, and I see from the comments that it is. Makes me smile. Warm memories of a warm crowded kitchen... Along with the clanging of pots and pans, and song, I hear laughter. I see a father delighting in the smiles and happiness of his daughter. I see a happy little girl who loves to hear her father sing. On the faces of everyone in the room, as they are busy preparing to set the table, I see smiles.
Thank you, Bill. I thought the photo captured the moment quite well. We made some nice memories around that table and some not so nice, but overall it was a wonderful country childhood. Music was a dominant force in our lives. I so appreciate the time you take to read my posts and leave comments. I can well imagine you are having a very busy year.
This is just lovely, the poem and your photo. Not sure how I found my way to your blog but I'm here and I love it and am following you now :) You write beautifully.
Oh, sweet! What a great memory. And like the best poetry, I suppose, it prompts me to begin knocking around in dusty corners of my mind to see whether I have something comparable. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy. Childhood for me was a pretty nice time, but not for everyone ... I was blessed...
DeleteSuch wonderful memories! Remembering is sometimes the art of bringing the present into the past. Our present reflections on things that happened so long ago can be so vivid and real. This seems to be one of those moments.
ReplyDeleteWe had a small kitchen with five siblings and it got pretty crowded. I feel very grateful that music was always a big part of our daily lives.
DeleteI really LOVE that photograph! Off to look up Mule Skinner Blues.....
ReplyDeleteThere are several versions, but Dolly Parton's is awfully nice... :) I thought that was a great photo, too.
DeleteThis is such a wonderfully evocative poem Teresa. Beautiful. My first reaction was to wonder whether this is an actual memory, and I see from the comments that it is. Makes me smile. Warm memories of a warm crowded kitchen... Along with the clanging of pots and pans, and song, I hear laughter. I see a father delighting in the smiles and happiness of his daughter. I see a happy little girl who loves to hear her father sing. On the faces of everyone in the room, as they are busy preparing to set the table, I see smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bill. I thought the photo captured the moment quite well. We made some nice memories around that table and some not so nice, but overall it was a wonderful country childhood. Music was a dominant force in our lives. I so appreciate the time you take to read my posts and leave comments. I can well imagine you are having a very busy year.
DeleteThis is just lovely, the poem and your photo.
ReplyDeleteNot sure how I found my way to your blog but I'm here and I love it and am following you now :)
You write beautifully.
Take care.
Welcome, Margie. I'm so glad you found me. Thank you so much.
DeleteA perfect childhood memory. I like it.
ReplyDeleteMusic makes for some fine memories, as you know ... :)
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