#147 -- Phantoms & Shadows is the prompt for this weeks Sunday Scribblings.
Things and people, times, places, events and how your memory has treated them. Are there people you try to remember more clearly, phantoms you'd like to reach back into the past and take a firm hold of? What do you remember of your early school years? College years? Your grandparents? First pets, first houses, first friends? Do you have a good or poor memory? If you could go back to any particular time/place to recall more vividly what it was like, what would that be?
Here is my response to the prompt:
Memories. They come flooding in like a heavy rain. Laughing with my little brother. Squeezing Mom's arm (our version of a hug). Living out back yard adventures with my little sis.
Digging bare toes into the dusty ditchbank. Dropping to my knees to watch the water skippers. Caught one! It looked huge in my small hand. I gently let it drop back into the water and it glides smoothly away across the surface. "Come wash up for dinner!" Grandma calls to me from the back door.
We sit. Grandpa says the blessing. I listen as they talk about the day. Sis keeps kicking my leg under the table and I'd like to smack her a good one, but I know the penalty is too high. Instead I give her the "you'd better stop it right now or else" look. She just grins. It's hard to be mad at a face like that.
The back yard is warm and breezy. Grandma sits in the white metal lawn chair. Sis crawls on her lap with a book. "Wead this to me Gwamma." It's "I Like Kindergarten" and I listen as I search in the thick lawn for a four leaf clover. I found one once. I keep it pressed in my Bible.
As the sun begins to set, the moonflowers start to open. I watch with fascination as they turn from bud to bloom. Yellow, like a summer moon. I can smell the sweetness of the copper roses in the air.
Memories come and go. I must remember to put them to paper while they are here. Too quickly they fade into the distance and are forgotten.
Copyright January 2009 - ajj
3 comments:
So true, some memories do disappear - nice post!
you are oh so right about the urgency with which they need to be written down,, as they do have a way of fleeing us,, and then not popping back up again until they are triggered in some way... excellent post.. it was almost as if i was there...
Thank you! This was a wonderful writing exercise for me. I started with the prompt and the memories just came flooding in... even more than I was able to put down in one post.
Often, I write about the painful times to help release and heal the memories of my past. It's just as important for me to write about the happy times and release the joy into my world. Hopefully, it brings a smile to those who read it.
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