It Took me Back to Then

As I watched two little boys playing this morning, I was taken back to my own childhood. My best friend was my brother Buddy. We were children of the 60’s. We were poor, but not too much more than many of the other kids we knew. This day burst forth as a breath into a dying soul. The memories of freshly plowed fields and the clod fights Buddy so loved rush back to me as if someone turned on a light. Toys in our day may have consisted of a train set made of rocks, tied together with twine, strung along with little hands, sharing back and forth. We made “stilts” out of tin cans with strings running through both sides of the can that had been opened with a simple, pointed bottle opener, putting our feet through the strings and pulling up on the can, oh what fun! We had a long rope in the largest tree in the shelter-belt that would petrify most parents today. Baseball played with sticks and rocks. Fire flies, crickets, grasshoppers and other crawly things we could put in our pockets were for trade. And marbles, who didn’t love marbles? We stayed outside ALL day, everyday. House was not made for kids in the summer time. If our parents had company, we went outside. My oldest brother worked at the Coca Cola bottling plant and would bring us drinks. To this very day, I cannot open a sprite without thinking of him. The spritz and small spray have a very distinct smell, one you can taste before you drink it. It tasted like a bit of heaven. Always a memory in my coffee that takes me back to then.

Copyright (Charles D. Grant)


It seems like a Menagerie!

It’s Valentines Day, it’s my wife’s birthday.  My first thought is how lucky I am that Timberly has been with me almost 33 years. I’m thinking of how quickly time fleets by and little glimpses of the past play like a film. Closing my eyes I can see her first birthday with me, she was 19.  My thoughts morph beyond birthdays, they intersect with having our sons, from birth to playing with chalk on the sidewalk yesterday to being grown, married and having a life of their own. The clips are like a menagerie sitting on a shelf.  Today is Timberly’s Day, that’s what Valentines and Birthday are for her in our home. The second cup of coffee is not quite, but is almost as good as the first. The longer I sit the deeper the trance becomes, it’s going to be a busy day. In a sequence of events I see parts of the day play out. It is crisp and cool outside. That, with the coffee has my eyes open to a wonderful, fun-filled day of new memory clips to add to my menagerie. Happy Birthday my sweets, this cup’s for you!

Copyright (Charles D. Grant)

Ode to Remembrance

It’s not unusual for me to become lost in thought with my morning coffee. Often, I find a garden of sweetness waiting there. Sometimes, I find a memory that I pick up like a shiny new penny, a memory that has laid dormant for many, many years. Memories such as the times my mother would make her way to the storm cellar on a cold winter’s day to retrieve a few jars of peaches she had canned in the fall. There were nine children in my family, so we knew we were going to have a treat sometime that evening. Memories of mother are from that sweet spot in the garden of my mind. The aroma of coffee brings back the best of times and sometimes the worst of times, but certainly, always worth the visit of yesterday.

Copyright (Charles D. Grant)