I read a post today that transported me
That happens quite often doesn’t it?
To all of us?
We’ll hear a tune drifting out the open windows of a passing car and no longer are we standing on a hot sidewalk in line at the ATM, but magically taken to an ‘out of school for the summer’ beach trip with our best girlfriends, laughing and flirting while sand filled our shorts and Sun-In made us all one shade of blonde or another.
Or we’ll catch a smell in the air that immediately takes us back. Maybe to a warm and tiny kitchen in the back of a house shared with the post office; where a grandmother is frying donuts in a big cast iron pot and where too, the back porch isn’t just a place to take off your muddy boots before tramping into Gram’s small but tidy nook…but a place where Gramp sits grinding fresh horseradish, tears rolling down his stubbled cheeks as easily as the sweat pours off his shiny bald knob.
And there are times, we’ll read something, like Tink’s post today, that’s like peeking into that too-long forgotten toy box in your mind’s attic…the one where you keep all your found treasures and best memories of childhood…waiting for a day like today.
Sometimes, these trips down memory lane can cover us in a cloak of sorrow or pain, bringing us back to a time and place we’d rather not go back to, for one reason or another.
Other times, happily I think most times, the places we go in our mind are…
…the places we want to be and in the company of people we want to be with.
This is where I went today, when the toy box opened…with thoughts of long candy counters and a shop owner with the patience God gives older folk…
It sits there still, where it always did.
Across the road from my where my grandparent’s lived, and up two from where I did.
One of two one-room shops in our town of less than…
where one holds the memories of a barrels of chocolate drops, returning bottles for a penny, wood smoke, and men laughing.
while the other is made of children’s dares and double dares to see who’ll go buy the ice cream from the ‘mean old lady’ behind the counter.
And this is who joined me in today’s trip…Gramp in his engineer’s cap and Gram looking the same as everyday I can remember.
And though this is where they are now…
Their permanent home is here…always here…
I thank Tink and her Crazy Train for the ride today. It was welcome and reminded me that I have enough in my heart and my mind to get me through whatever life wants to throw my way.
And maybe someday, when he’s older or I’m gone, this one will hear or see or smell something, some small thing, that will take him back to a time when he knew he was cherished.
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