~ Sentimental Journey ~



The trouble with taking a sentimental journey is which
one to take!

Shall I go back to childhood and sit with Grandma a
while on the porch?

Shall I skip along with Grandpa and watch the cows come in,
wondering just how he calls them and how they know which
stall is theirs?

Maybe just watch him working at the forge, with the
bellows at the side keeping the fire hot - the red-hot
iron, the hammer and the anvil?

It wasnít funny the day the outhouse turned over on the
door with Grandpa inside, but my! How I have laughed
over that scene through the years! I even got to be the
heroine, alerting everyone of the voice inside.

Maybe run with my cousins around the barn hoping to
find the new kittens in the loft?

Or remember the kitchen with the pump inside! A glass
of water always left on the counter to "prime" the pump
for the next one who wanted to bring up a drink.

A kerosene cook stove and the best cook in the country
to operate it. Modern day stoves still canít compete with
the hot rolls, angel food cake, fried chicken and hot cakes
that came from that stove at Grandmaís touch.



In the dining room was the table and just a bit to the south
was the big pot bellied stove. It did itís job if you did yours
turning like a rotisserie beside it. Of course that room was
the only one it was responsible for. The kitchen was warmed
by the cook stove and all the other rooms were shut away in
the winter time.

How about the time Grandpa let me drive the team and go
along to fix the fence. It didnít seem strange then, but now
when I am almost the age he was then, I wonder! Talk about
sentimental journey! What a lot of patience he must have had.
Kate and Mollie never gave the four year old driver a bit
of trouble.

In the evening, around the table, with the lamp in the middle,
we kids watched the card games or sang together. Real butter
on a slice of home made bread with a glass of milk right from
the source was a special treat - even sometimes the home made
sand plum jelly.

Great grandmother came, with hair all white and silvery. On
one of those visits she and I ran through the parlor to the icy
feather bed. I was freezing, but she told me to cuddle and did
I! In a few minutes all snuggled up together, I heard her dear
old voice telling me the story of Joseph and his coat of many
colors. I fell asleep safe and happy with a memory
that lasted a lifetime!

Happy days of childhood.

Special times with loves long gone on to glory...

 ~ Sentimental Journey ~

© 2006 by Joan Clifton Costner
 
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Scripture From 2Timothy 1

I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day;
Greatly desiring to see thee, being mindful of thy tears,
that I may be filled with joy;

When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in
thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy
mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.

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Under His Wings Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
This writing may be used in its entirety,
with credits in tact, for non-profit
ministering purposes.  

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