When I was just a
girl of seven, I thought my world was pure
heaven.
We did not have video games, a
computer or TV, evenings were spent with the
family.
After dinner we would all gather
around the radio, waiting to listen to our
favorite show.
There was one called “The
Shadow” on at night, and we were always filled
with fright.
But we always knew in the end,
that somehow “The Shadow” was going to
win.
There was another one on called “Amos
and Andy”, boy that show was really a
dandy.
We would laugh so hard tears would run
down our face, simple times we can not
replace.
On weekends we would go to visit
family who we were always very happy to
see.
There were aunts, uncles, cousins every
where, Grandma’s and Grandpa’s also were
there.
Every visit we always made home made
ice cream, it was always so yummy it
seemed.
We would all take turns turning the
handle on the ice bucket around,
waiting and
watching as the ice cream mixed, moving up and
down.
All day us kids could run and play,
and no one worried that we would run
away.
For the girls there were mud pies to be
made, for the grownups time to sit in the
shade.
The boys would run down to the creek,
to see the tadpoles and to take a peek.
To
see if maybe there was just one frog, sitting
there quietly on a log.
If there was, in
their pocket it would go, and they hurried back
with their treasure to show.
After dinner
the kids would sit out in the yard, all worn out
from playing so hard.
The grownups would sit
and rest too, but our evening together was not
quite through.
There were still family games
to play... like hide and seek, but you had to
promise not to peek.
When all of the playing
was done, everyone was exhausted, but we had all
kinds of fun.
Late at night there were hugs
to give everyone, when our visit with our family
was finally done.
Everybody would pile back
into their car, to drive back home which was
never very far.
All of the kids asleep in the
back seat. Everyone happy, simple times but so
complete.
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© Brenda Sparkman
January 2004
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