Guess Im getting older and sometimes long forgotten memories surface. This one of many evenings from summer through fall when dad would get home and wash the coal dirt from his body; mom would be sitting outside waiting with some of their friends and a fire would be roaring in the pit surrounded by rocks in the edge of the forest. Seating was on the hard, metal, dark green lawnchairs, the paint chipped down showing the once black color underneath. When the whippoorwill started his evening call mom would always say it was time to serenade him back and she would go inside our trailer and return with her guitar. Seemed like everybody knew the same songs back then. While we roasted hotdogs and listened to our parents sing we didnt notice how dark it had become until the lightning bugs started illuminating the grass and the owl would hoot. One of those old songs came to mind today, I can still hear my mother play: https://youtube/watch?v=bA9jf-bm2As
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 04:45:27 +0000
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