Memories, life is made of 'em.
- The spring of 1970 bringing home a jar full of polliwogs. Probably my first artist date although it would be 30 some years before I'd read the phrase and recognize it.
- Reading Jane Eyre through a rainy camping weekend.
- My first airplane trip, alone, going to Alaska to care for a friend with cancer.
- The 'club' in the late 1950's...we thought we were going to make a killing for the club kitty by selling mints out by the mail box. Those kids were all such good friends. No agendas at that age in those days.
- Cats, all my precious cats through the years.
- Hunting parties and how wet we'd get during the days and how much laughter there was at night.
- The green and cream kitchen woodstove. So beautiful. Got shoved in a pit and buried, time had moved on at the farm.
- The first time hearing a friend had died in 'Nam. Would that it had been the last.
I am reminded by this card I have memories by the millions, could finish out my days just reliving them. But no...I'll go forward, making new memories for the files, something to look forward to when there isn't any more forward going.
"Own only what you can carry with you; let your memory be your travel bag." ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn ~ 1918-2008