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 |  Come sit with me on the porch. We'll sip lemonade and talk. . . |
| It's been quite a while since I wrote in my journal (or blog). I've set a goal to start back writing on a regular basis. There are so many stories to tell, and I do love telling them. Today's story takes us back to the late fifties and early sixties. We lived in a rural area of Central Alabama. Life was so much simpler then. As children, we could take pleasure in the smallest of treats. We didn't have much money, and there were six of us children, so we rarely had a soft drink in our house. Mama would make sure we had some if we were sick. For some reason, that was supposed to stave off dehydration. It did make me feel special, though. I felt comforted in knowing that Mama was taking good care of me. The only other time I can remember us having soft drinks was when my dad would take a notion to go into town on Saturday night to get us all a Coke from the machine at the Washeteria. Saturday night was "Gunsmoke" night. We never missed an episode. Mama would sit down after a long day of laundry and housekeeping and watch her favorite show. Once in a blue moon, after the show was over, Daddy would announce, "Who wants to ride into town and get a Coke from the Washeteria?" That was a real treat. We'd all pile up in our Chervolet and head into town. We'd each get a 6 oz. bottle of Coke and bring one back for Mama. It's funny now to think back to that time and realize how important that small treat was. It's a memory that has lasted for over fifty years. I guess we had our family traditions, and that was one of them. On Sunday evenings, after church, we would pile up in the living room and watch Mama's other favorite show—Bonanza. We never missed it, as far as I can remember. It would have taken a very serious reason to interrupt that tradition. Family traditions are so important. Something as simple as watching a favorite TV show can remain a fond memory for a lifetime. That was one time when we were all together in one room. Most other times we were spread out doing homework and chores. And there were plenty of chores for all of us. Even we two youngest children had chores that we were capable of performing. But that's a story for another day. Final Charge: Create your own family traditions. They don't all have to be holiday traditions. Little memories can have as much impact as big ones sometimes. |
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