My most favorite thing would be to sit at their long picnic table; it had round sits. It was on the left side of the house looking down the hill. My brother and I would have gingerale in beautifully colored aluminum drinking glasses. I thought the glasses were the neatest thing. I wished we had them at home. For some reason, the gingerale just seemed to taste better in them. Even the cookies tasted great sitting out there. Aunt Margaret and my gram (her sister) would sit out and talk enjoying themselves.
There was so much to see, hear and do there. Aunt Margaret had the most beautiful flowers. The smell was heavenly and my favorite smell was that of the petunias. I remember a gazing ball on a stand, and I loved looking at a small cement (I think bird bath) that looked like a pond with a frog fishing on it. It sat near the barn I believe by a willow tree. That's where I grown to love listening and watching Robins. But, of course, my recollection is from a that child's perspective.
Somethings have changed since we played there years ago. The house used to be white. And, the flower garden has now been fence - to protect it from deer. Apparently they love the flowers too. Though what's nice about it now; it's more like a secret garden, with much to explore. . . .The homestead has changed hands; Aunt Margaret and Uncle Vance are no longer with us. But, their son Herb gives the same love and attention too his home there. He too has fond memories to think of. We, of course, moved away. But living here in Ohio, I sometimes get a chance to visit. And, Herb and I can reminisce over old stories we love.
Its fond memories we hold dear.
From far away and very near.
Remembering loved ones,
Who’ve past on?
With all the visits;
And, it’s childhood fun.
We hold them close for they’re so dear.
Even to this very day.