I recall a vacation of my youth, and they were
very few of those, as
my Grandparent's whom I lived with at that time,
were hard working
people and didn't have much time for that sort
of play! Granddad was
a farmer and you know the 'little farmer' has
always had to work
harder than most...
But this particular year that we went on
vacation I was around seven
or eight years old...We drove what seemed
thousands of miles, but
actually was only a couple of hundred, to go
camping near a beautiful lake
for a few days...
I had no idea till then that Granddad loved to
fish! But Oh, he did
just love it! And Grandmother would cook those
fish over an open
campfire, in a huge old iron skillet, and would
make the most wonderful
hush puppies to go with them...
We would go out in the water and play around, I
would never go far
because I hadn't learned to swim then... The
water was so clear you
could see the tiny fish swimming around there
near the edge, if
I would stand there very still, they would nudge
my legs, I guess
to see if it was something they could eat...
It is a simple thing in my memory, this
particular vacation and this
beautiful picture brought those days to my
we would watch the sun go down and color the
lake so beautifully as
Granddad would tell stories of his youth...And
as a final blessing of
the day Grandmother would read from the bible
the wonderful stories
about our Sweet Savior...
We would sing the old hymns that still bring
memories when I hear them...
The end of the day would be a time of sharing
our feelings about the
events of the day, and as an end, we had
prayers, and a time of giving
thanks to Jesus...Sweet Grandparent's, how I
Precious memories, Oh how they do linger...I
thank God not only for
those memories, but for the ability to remember
...Thank You Jesus...