Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Mom's journal

Sweetie and I read a few pages in my mother's old journal last night.

She (my Mother) describes Her earliest memories: a chilly house where a person dressed in a hurry around the wood-burning stove; Her own Mother's struggle with polio; riding horses around the neighborhood.

Such are memories of an age that has gone forever; the first two, thankfully; the last, sorrowfully.

4 comments:

heartinsanfrancisco said...

What a lovely glimpse into a gentler time in which people lived more leisurely lives. And although we have nearly eradicated polio, the diseases of our time are quite horrible, too.

Thankfully, there are still horses.

Melanie said...

I wish I could ride around my neighborhood on a horse. but they do have poop laws now. thats gotta be a chore.

lovely entry.

-Jeane Michelle Culp said...

Memories are precious jewels - the reel that plays from our projecting heart. Thank you for sharing these treasures with your Readers.

...Kat said...

Lucky You to have such a journal :-)

I have always wished Mom would write down her stories ...growing up in Brasil ... a world of fascinating experiences

a little house in Brasil... a la Laura Ingrams little house on the prairie... how precious that would be to have....