There is light ahead, a purplish hue.
I wonder if it’s a good sign
for the year that is new.
Beyond the trees I see a few stars
Twinkling greetings with beams of light.
My ancestors from afar.
Will they bring us good fortune and peace
As they guide us through this dark night?
In time we shall see.
We shall see.
Poet, blogger, artist, twitterer. Over 20 years work experience in behavioral health field. Pro - animal welfare, civil rights, 12-step program. Genealogy enthusiast. Also, tend to be a comedian. That's all for now, folks!
Each day of the week has its own style. Also its own memories of how those days were spent.
Sundays always stood out as different from other days throughout my life. The years of Sundays as a child were not the same as those as an adult, but did have similar feelings.
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As a child, Sundays were about going to mass with mom and my sisters. I did the whole catechism thing. As years went by, instead of Sunday mornings, we went on Saturday evening, eventually as a teen I went by myself.
But Sunday afternoons were the best. Our uncle (mom’s brother) would visit for the day. We always looked forward to seeing him. He was good to us kids.
We never had a car as I was growing up. Our uncle would drive us around on Sundays. If the weather was good, we would go to a local park to play. It always felt so fun to ride around to see the town.
After an afternoon of fun, the best part was next: ice cream and soda pop! He would buy what we wanted, then we would feast at home. Yum! Yum!
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On Sunday evenings after all the activity was done, I would start to feel quite sad, especially if it was during the school years. I always dreaded returning to school the next day. I wanted every day to be a Sunday.
In late Decembers of yore, our uncle would stick around just after dark so he could drive us around to see the Christmas decorations all over town! Wow! I still get emotional when I hear the song “Silver Bells” as it always reminds me of those evenings. The lights, the colors, all the decorations were so much more than we ever could afford. But I was grateful to see it. I was fascinated! That magical feeling sticks with me today when I see Christmas decorations - the awe and wonder of a child. I wish more people would give in to their inner child during the holiday season. Theresa M
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Merry Christmas and
Happy Whatever Holidays
you celebrate! 🎄 ☃️ 🎁 💝
Poet, blogger, artist, twitterer. Over 20 years work experience in behavioral health field. Pro - animal welfare, civil rights, 12-step program. Genealogy enthusiast. Also, tend to be a comedian. That's all for now, folks!
