In the early morning when the first pink clouds appeared in the sky, you woke me from my slumber. You put your fingers to your lips, and we snuck out the back door.
The morning dew covered the melons with beads of moisture. They were cold and wet. You picked up a few and thumped them to see which were ripe. We narrowed it down to two and you let me choose.
It had to make the right sound, a deep hollow sound and you knew the inside would be red and juicy. You took out your yellow handle case knife and sliced it in half, then cut a crescent for each of us. We sat on the damp ground of the watermelon patch spitting seeds, faces sticky with juice. Just Dad and me, no words said, none needed.
You should never hesitate to embrace the spontaneous moments that happen in life. They cannot be planned; they happen as they happen. Cherish these moments. They are life’s rewards, our memories that last a lifetime.
These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance. I hope they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind, lest they be forgotten
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Larry, I was so happy to accidentally discover your writings today, while celebrating Denise and Bryan. I had many childhood adventures with my dad, and while I never put in the hard work that you did, my adventures are so precious and thankfully still clear. I lost my dad in 2020 at 93. He was a child of the depression era and a sailor during WWII, so he shared many stories while we were playing in creeks and woods. I look forward to learning to navigate this site and catching up on the rest of your writings.
Thank you I am glad you read my story. Please tell me about who you are and how you found my story.
It truly was the best of times. Life was hard but so very simple. Thank you for your kind words
Hello Larry, I have been away from writing articles for Bizcatalylst for several reason, missing the reads of many articles of those I use to follow. Back now, and this article on your memories instill in my own mind some of my own. Strong writing as usual and I look forward to reading more.
Thank you, my friend, for your kind words and welcome back.
I love this I don’t recall any with my parents though. Sad really. You have such beautiful memories. I love watermellon. Thanks for sharing..
Thank you, my friend. It was a time before FB, social media and streaming. We actually we outside and had adventures