Once upon a time, in what sometimes feels like another life time ago, our little family of four, back then, lived for two, three month Summer's in a one room, red tar paper and plywood shack.
And it was an experience.
The only way in or out was by air travel that consisted of anything from a single engine Cessna to a roaring "box car". We watched each with fascination as the navigated...or tired to navigate...the short dirt runway. We watched as one of each crashed on separate occasions. The sound of a single engine airplane flying overhead just right can still make me look up from what I'm doing and say, "Mail's here!".
Did I mention it was an experience? It was.
I did laundry for the mostly man camp, in an old electric wringer washer and melted snow. We had an electric dryer that took for~ever, to dry stuff with, when it was working.
It was fun, for the first week or two.
Then the monotony set in, the withdrawals from even going to the store to buy a gallon of milk sounded like a trip to heaven! It got to be really hard to be there after a month. The second month was torture by monster mosquito's...the third had us all marking the calendar dates off and it went so excruciatingly s-l-o-w that sometimes it almost felt like time were going backwards!
Then one day it was time to load up our meager belongings and fly back to civilization-We had to fly out in shifts, and it was so hard to see those first flights out and not be on them. "Three more day's and it's our turn." I'd tell myself, and those three day's seemed like month's!!!
But they did pass, the awaited date did come, our flight's were safe and we did eventually arrive back home with yarn's to entertain the neighbor's with.
As much as I longed for those long hard day's to pass, they could only pass in their own due time. I couldn't rush them or slow them, I could only endure them.
And they passed. An hour at a time, but they did eventually pass, and we were looking back at them and thinking, 'Boy, it seemed to take forever when we were counting them off, and to pass in a blink when we looked back at them.'
So remember, what ever your going through today. What ever amount of time you may be longing to pass by quickly, that may be seeming to move at a snail's pace...will pass.
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Just listen... It happens in a blink
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
You Never Know When You Are Making A Memory
If we never know when we are making a memory, shouldn't we be careful with our lives?
I mean if you look at the memories you have, were they always the planned things? Were they the big things or the expensive things?
Or are your best memories of times that just seemed to happen, be shared, and the feelings of the times that were planned?
I've had occasion to think over my life lately. Making a close examination.
My brother passed away and left a wonderful legacy. He was a writer, among other things he did so well. I have been able to read a story he wrote that is surprisingly...where I am right now!
It has brought to the forefront of my mind...my memories.
And while I am taking time to look over and sort a lot of things out, I find that I am still making possible memories all the time.
One of my recent memories is of the garage painting we were joined for recently. Family and friends came to help and the job was done and dry long before the rains returned.
While we were out around the dutch oven's and smoking grill, we looked up and saw a rare city sight...
It was not a big thing. It was one of those quit little happenings that brought the gift of a memory for some who were in attendance, while other's paid it little or no mind.
Yes you never know when you will be making a memory, so take the time to look around and be open to all that may be there for the taking.
And while you are out gathering memories for yourself, try to leave good memories for other's in your wake.
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