This photo shows a few of my favorite things:
Mom
Books
Thanksgiving Dinner
My Brother (Whitey)
Little House on State Road 26
I can't remember how old I was here, but I'm guessing that it was shortly after we moved there when I was in 6th grade. Maybe when I was in junior high. Normally, we didn't have Thanksgiving alone (my dad took the photo) but for some reason that year none of our extended family was there. We celebrated, anyway.
My Mom and Dad are gone from this life. I had to sell the house for their estate as the executor. The books are either destroyed or mostly gone (I still have Gone with the Wind but the cover is torn off.) I didn't even get the china in this photo because the woman my dad married a year before he died took it all. (She threw all the books away without asking me if I wanted them.) She's dead now, too.
The house has changed quite a lot. The young family who bought it have done amazing things to it, including adding on a second story and more room on the ground floor. It was completely built of Indiana limestone on top of concrete blocks! It was a sweet little house, operative word being on LITTLE. You could barely turn around in the only bathroom.
I listened to the people who posted comments on what they liked to do in the Dark Months of the Year. I got out my Mom's recipe files. Looked up recipes that she saved. She was a farm girl, so the kinds of foods she fixed were just good, wholesome homecooking type foods. But while I don't remember what we ate that much (or special dishes she made,) I DO remember the feast of books she bestowed on me!
Do you remember books from your youth? What were your favorites? Tomorrow I will list the books I remember and loved from the time in this photo. My favorite thing to do in the summer was to take a book, pull the California red cedar lounge chair under the willow by the creek and read all afternoon. And really? If I had my chores done, my Mom didn't care. She loved to read, too!
In the winter I was busy with school, but I did curl up in my bed on Saturdays to read and to sketch (I did a lot of drawing back then.)
So, maybe that will work right now. And maybe I'll write about those days, too.
