Tuesday, May 18, 2010


It has been a long time since I have posted anything. Paula has been doing all the posting for a long long time. A few nights ago I sat down and put a few thoughts together.

As I sit…..I think…….and….

These are the things… I think about.

These are the things… I remember.

Sitting in Granny and Pappy’s house that seemed miles from anywhere……

At night Granny would go out and gathered chickens in the dark.

The next morning we all got in the way

and chased chickens without their heads.

That evening everyone comes and we sit under the trees in the yard.

We eat fried chicken with home grown vegetables.

Sliced vine rip tomatoes- desert all of their own.

We all visit and play.

The adults play cards.

We all stay up late and play with our cousins.

As the night time descended upon us

the sky was lit by the stars of the yard, “The Fire Flies.”

They provided the light show to cap off the evening

as we all sat and talked.

It would eventually get dark

And oh so so dark it would get

and it would be time to go in.

It truly was very unspectacular but yet

It was the most spectacular time of our lives.

It was so innocent.

It was very special and we had no clue.

Having no idea about how special the time was

and that one day it could or would all be gone.

Life would become so complex.

Everything would seem to disappear.

The house would be gone.

Pappy and Granny would be gone.

We would all grow older.

We would all change.

We would all become different people.

In different times with different problems and different desires

with different perspectives.

I miss those times.

I miss those feelings.

I miss all those people.

I miss Granny and Pappy.

Oh….What I would give

To sit under the tree

and eat fried chicken with them again!

I can not have that

but I do have

The most spectacular memories.

Memories of them and everyone and

of the times we had together.



Carolyn said...

Were you secretly a long lost cousin??? You have described my childhood so perfectly!! My brothers, sisters and I often remember those times. As we lived them, one uncle would always say "I wonder what the poor folks are doing?" We all agree with you that those were "the best of times." Hope you and Paula have a great week!

Jessica said...

Although I was the next generation and my memories happened across the field, I only have cherished, happy memories of growing up in our family. Granny could make anything fun! ...Not to mention she made the best tapioca pudding and Granny rolls! Thanks Greg!

Lesley said...

Greg, I just saw this tonight. It brings tears to my eyes such wonderful memories to my mind. I loved that place. I loved that yard. I swear I can still feel the dust on my bare feet as I walked across the dirt road through the field to my favorite place in the world. I miss Granny and Pappy so much!