Monday, January 12, 2009

I Remember

In 1968 (yes I'm old) my husband, two sons, and I moved from Chattanooga, Tennessee, to a little town on the edge of Appalachia. We lived there for 10 years. During those years I came to love the mountains, the people, and the life. The memories of those years visit me often - so many memories of another life.

I remember the smell of a dewy morning, the hush of falling snow, the way rain would rivet down the windows and freeze in trails, the fresh dampness of a summer fog, the smell of rain in the evergreen woods, the beauty of frozen fog in the morning sun, the feeling of anxiety during a winter thunder storm when there was ball lightening. (I remember the "Blizzard of '78" too.)

I remember the pride of a well planted spring garden, the pride in sharing the bounty with others, the fall harvest, and the gatherings to share in preserving the winter’s food.

I remember the making of apple butter, molasses, and syrup in the fall. Families would come together to share the day long labor and enjoy being together.

I remember families going to church on Sunday morning. The children sat with their parents and listened to the message with reverence and respect.

I remember the simple beauty of the mountains, the love and respect the people had for each other.

I remember the Saturday night family gatherings when everyone brought their musical instrument. There was music, singing, dancing, food, and plenty to drink – spring water and stronger stuff, too.

I remember a place of peace and contentment.

7 comments:

happyone said...

What beautiful memories and there's more in the making every day. :-)

Tee said...

I miss those times as well. We married in 1966, so I'm right there with you. A simplier time and a slower pace, even though we did live in a big city. Sad to realize where we are now.

Brad said...

Thanks for taking us with you on this little trip.

Dear Liza said...

What beautiful memories and even more beautiful writing, Mary. I love reading your stories, your memories.

I want to thank you for the most beautiful email, it made me cry. It also made me realize just how special you are...

Hugs, Mary. :)

SOUL: said...

wow, those are special memories.
peaceful.
:))

Cheryl said...

You are so fortunate to have lived there and experienced that life. Did you think at the time that you'd be making lifelong memories?

Summer said...

It is a special place with special people.