In a Photo!

With Thanksgiving around the corner,
I seem to think of family and memories of Thanksgiving pasted. This year is a bit different, as I will go to OKC to see mom, Mamadee and Daddybob, I have come to realize, just how time has flown by......they are getting older and now really looking older. It is so important to store the memories through pictures.

I found some pictures of the kids during the holidays and isn't it funny, how time really never seemed to of passed, when you are looking at a photo. I mean, I feel as if I jumped back in time, to the age the pictures was taken, and remember everything I can about that time, yet I know that the boys are years older now...

however...

for that moment, I am back in time, seeing and hearing the world around, in the mind of my memories. How can one grasp the fact, that time runs quickly by, and we need to make as many memories as we can right at this moment!

I found another photo of Grandma and Granddad Evans, they are no longer here, but I can still look at the picture, and hear the sounds of their voice. I can hear Grandma calling Granddad..."Allen", she would say, and him sitting at the table stirring his coffee. I can see the heater all lit up and laying on the couch looking in the kitchen, pretending to not be awake, to hear what they had to say as they quietly stir in the kitchen.
I think now, if only I could have had more time with them yet, the memories are good of what I do have.

Memories of that old farmhouse have never left me, and I could draw you a picture of each and every room filling it with what I remember. Not that it was a house filled with fancy treasures, but it was a home filled with love, warmth, and you loved going there.

I even remember a time, that I was in the tub, and I heard Santa Claus say, "HO HO"! I couldn't get dressed quick enough…ran in and there was a doll and trunk filled with these beautiful clothes. I was told later, that grandma made all the dolls clothes…and I remember going to sleep upstairs by the stairway, and looking at my doll.

There were two rooms upstairs and one was my Aunt Marylou’s room with a closet that I thought was filled with puffy dresses! I loved to play in there… Oh, but that was a secret!
Let me not forget the bathroom off the kitchen with the daddy long leg spiders ….so scary for a young girl to have to use! Granddad would bring me these jumping beans and I would sit and watch them for what seemed to be hours and hours…

Grandma was so fun and full of life, and I learned so much when she was around crocheting, knitting, cooking. I can still see Granddad's smile and hear Grandma's voice calling my name now as I type…. and I just get all warm inside. I see Granddad making his jewelry or a fish lure or showing it to us as we were young.
Awe...then there was a black bowl with the pears in it by the phone in the kitchen. I will never forget how wonderful they smelled, or the fresh bread sitting on the cabinet. I remember.. the swing that I had on the tree, and how I would get to play on a table outside making my mud pies. Boy, those were the days, when we could just be in the fresh air, dream with our imagination, and be in your own little world.

I was so excited when Grandma would take me into town, and we would go to the drugstore for a chocolate coke, mom would get vanilla...Grandma was so proud, and would tell others, "these are my grandkids from TEXAS" I would hear her say, as if that was a big deal... BUT, it really was for her and her friends, to see us visiting.
Boy, I do miss them, and every now and then during the holidays, I remember.
Even through a simple little photo…I do remember!

So with Thanksgiving around the corner, this year make some memories for the child coming to see Grandma, or maybe just the child in you! Take a photo!