Monday, April 11, 2011
Memories... what strange things. Sometimes we're accused of having selective ones. A song, a building, some words and we can go rocketing back to another time, another place. So out of control, it seems. They bring laughter; they utter forth tears of pain or joy; sometimes we even search out explanations to our dreams gone awry. Grandparents for me hold very memorable place. How I ended up with Josephine and Albert, I'll never know. I do know I have an endless, it seems, bank of recollections. Too many to list for sure. Here's one. This Seth Thomas clock ticked away my youthful summers at the head of their dining room table. The gentle tick tock was such a soothing sound, in the middle of a twelve year old hectic pace. I'm listening to it now in my kitchen. Got a loving grandparent memory? Please share with me today. I'm in that mood.