How many of you remember evenings on the farm at your great-aunt and uncle’s place? I’m guessing not many. Only my daughter would have that memory during her college years. I grew up visiting my grandparent’s siblings as a “given.” Her grandparent’s siblings lived near her college town so she spent holidays with them, not childhood moments. We were both blessed.
The subtle scent of this evening reminded me of a farm so many years ago. It was warm, calm, starlit, and unending. Tonight I looked up and remembered that feeling of being a preteen, scared in the dark, determined to beat the odds and not be found in the game of hide-and-seek. Farms are fun and scary at night. I don’t remember anything other than that and the warmth of the summer night and lying low from the older cousins.
Now it’s fun to imagine those adults, probably about my age, enjoying the kids entertaining themselves. They had the luxury of spending time with their siblings as we young ones explored and gained independence. It would be great to have a chat with the greats, Frank and Margaret and see what they remembered.
Thankfully, no one was injured hiding under farm equipment, a pretty good spot.
Lovely memory