Why don't you take a trip with me back to the 1960's when I was a little girl?
I grew up in a normal middle class neighborhood with loving parents. Daddy worked hard at Eastern Airlines and Mommy could baked, cooked, sewed, and volunteered everywhere when she wasn't substitute teaching. With Daddy working for the airlines, we were free to travel by plane to visit my grandparents each Christmas and for summer vacation.
One day, we had a neighborhood picnic and all the parents joined the kids playing softball. Wow! I didn't know my mom could hit...and catch. I knew my dad could because he would throw the ball to me on Saturday afternoons. I remember planting a flower garden with him from seed inside the little packets in the hardware store.
"I'm heading to the hardware store. Do you want to ride along?" Daddy would ask. Of course, I did. The hardware store was boring, but being with Daddy was exciting. For my eighth birthday, he dressed up in a suit and tie while I wore my prettiest dress. Daddy took me out to dinner, making me feel like queen of the world. When my husband took my own daughter out to dinner to give her a purity ring, it reminded me of that special night with my father.
In a time of segregation, Mom was a champion of Civil Rights. She started a summer day camp, bringing black and white churches and children together. It filled several summers with fun and new friendships. There were people that called her names, but I respected her so much for taking a stand and making a difference in the world.
People from all over the world sat at our table and we heard their stories and shared ours. So many memories of sitting around the dining room table in our home, in my grandparent's home up north, and at Nana's house right here in Sanford. What is it about sitting around talking after finishing a delicious meal.
So thankful for the memories and hoping to create lovely memories for my little lambs today.
Be blessed today & forever!
Merey (Meredith Ludwig Curtis)