I remember a time of late night television, learning to crochet, eating strawberries&icecream, talking about everything. I remember a time of picking berries on the side of the road, I remember a time of digging up potatoes, picking beans, snapping beans, and staying up watching mawmaw across the counter can beans, cabbage for krout, freezing corn. I remember a time of excitement as we would top the mountain crammed in the cab of that old truck squeezed between mawmaw and dad dad, because swimming was shortly going to happen. I remember a time of big floats, dad dad letting us dive off his shoulders, rinsing sand off our feet, and going home after a day in the lake running around in our swimsuits, eating hot dogs and watermelon. I remember a time of innocence given to me from my mawmaw. Times and seasons change, but in the changes of life, I can always go back to that place by remembering the times. I am thankful mawmaw gave me those times. I pray my children and one day grandchildren can say of me...I remember a time. #newheritageoflove
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 03:30:24 +0000
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