tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445566683716954065.post7199744955079252298..comments2019-02-25T20:05:48.674-06:00Comments on Life Happens: Under the Dumb Plum TreeKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953708401460677395noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445566683716954065.post-33580285575239280792012-07-26T08:04:11.360-05:002012-07-26T08:04:11.360-05:00Hi Nance,
What I find so poignant about re-running...Hi Nance,<br />What I find so poignant about re-running Mom's stories is that 20 years ago when I first printed them in the Echo, I had no idea how much it meant to her to see her work in print, nor did I realize how much it would mean to us now. The longer we live the more "full circle" moments we experience, the best gift aging provides. It gives a bit of explanation to the saying, "everything happens for a reason."Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02953708401460677395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445566683716954065.post-69090641303603858682012-07-26T07:49:18.661-05:002012-07-26T07:49:18.661-05:00Many times I sit in my own backyard thinking the s...Many times I sit in my own backyard thinking the same things as mom did many years ago. This summer, with the drought here in Niagara, we have crevices that are approximately 3 inches wide in our backyard. I recall a time when Lace, Kassarah, Emma and Alicia were crouched down and huddled together on the grass focused on a "game we made up ourselves". Their hysterical laughter alternated with intense concentration so obviously the "mom radar" sounded off in my head to go check it out. As I approached I noticed they were each taking turns dropping something down the crevice, each waiting to see a result of their effort. It wasn't until I heard the "clink clink" of a piggy bank being emptied that I asked "watcha doin?".... <br />"Look mummie, we made up a game...We take these and drop them down to see who's goes farthest"<br /> My reply- "Good job- could we start using the brown ones?"<br />They were innocently dropping quarters down the cracks. They were too young to realize how much they just lost, but I figured when I see a hole in the backyard in a couple of years they probably figured it out.<br />I realize now why mom told such great stories. It was because she loved us so much. I realize now that the time after the kids grow up is a lonely time. She wrote these great stories because it helped her pass the time until she could re-live the fun times she had with us...with her grandchildren. What I would do to hear her tell one more story.Nance Lesternoreply@blogger.com