So, those days of childhood long ago
were the best of times.
It was a gift to spend summer months in a small
Ohio town of only 300 residents.
with Dove calling.
We could hear conversations in the distance
as they strolled down the sidewalk
to the post office to gather their mail.
They delighted in receiving letters from old friends and family.
We could hear the screen door to the post office slam shut over and over.
We could hear Goldie Fay laughing...
which was to be served during the noon meal
when Granddaddy would walk home from the sawmill
Miss Judy and I set the table and helped Grandmother
wash the dishes.
There were no toys and her television rarely worked,
so we played outside all day long and into the evening.
We caught fireflies every night.
We played Red Rover and Mother May I with our cousins.
Neighbors shared their summer garden bounty
by leaving fresh vegetables on her back porch.
It was the way we were
it was such a good place to live!