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Childhood Remembered


I remember Saturdays going to town with him. Town was a six mile trek and riding along with Pawpaw was a treat. I am sure he brought along other of the grandchildren on occasion. But I think he had this way of making each of us feel special so I only remember it being just him and me. I remember him buying me a chic-o-stick at a store. The store vague in my memory. A hardware store perhaps. The remainder of the Saturday trips unclear in my memory now thirty years later. Odd the things we remember. I rarely see chic-o-sticks in the candy section now, but when I do I always remember these trips to town as a little girl.

I remember sitting beside him at his old upright piano. Listening. Pecking at keys. Discovering. Roots of my love for music found with him. The music was woven into his being. A God given gift. For me it was a talent, but one requiring more work. Not as easy as it was for him.

I remember my fingers gliding over the keys. A child’s version of Beethoven’s Fur Elise I was learning. Him listening and encouraging.

I remember other things too that I would rather forget. Like the cancer.

But I’ll choose to remember the other things. The pleasant things more. The chick-o-sticks, the piano and a pawpaw that might not have hung the moon, but in a granddaughter’s eyes helped God set it in its place.

What are some things you remember from your childhood? Do you have special memories of your grandparents?

I’m linking up with Peter Pollock for the One Word at a Time blog carnival and also 3 From Here & There.

  • katdish - August 23, 2011 - 8:58 am

    That post picture is stunning! What a wonderful collage to complete a great post. It really is the little things we remember, isn’t it?ReplyCancel

    • Amy
      Amy - August 23, 2011 - 9:40 pm

      Yes Kathy it really is the little things. And thanks for your kind words!ReplyCancel

  • floyd - August 23, 2011 - 1:14 pm

    Wonderful post. I remember running as fast as I could when I saw my grandparents car parked in front of our house as I was walking home from school. It didn’t matter how early I got up, which most of the time was long before everyone else, my Maw-Maw was always up reading her Bible.

    The alzheimer’s was difficult, but I knew what I meant to my Maw-Maw.ReplyCancel

    • Amy
      Amy - August 23, 2011 - 9:41 pm

      We have to remember the good things when disease steals them away don’t we. Thanks so much for visiting today.ReplyCancel

  • Chuck Allen - August 23, 2011 - 4:08 pm

    What a great post. Memories with grandparents are so precious. I only really remember one grandparent – my mom’s mom. We called her mam-mamma. Listening to your memories brought many of my own to mind. Thanks for sharing this.ReplyCancel

    • Amy
      Amy - August 23, 2011 - 9:42 pm

      Thank you for stopping by Chuck. I have some memories of my great grandparents also, but my fondest ones are of my pawpaw.ReplyCancel

  • Hazel Moon - August 24, 2011 - 1:34 am

    Such sweet memories of feeling so special with your Grandpa. I can remember my grandma making me bread and butter sandwich with real butter. So simple, but it was special to me!ReplyCancel

  • Andrea - August 25, 2011 - 12:05 am

    Love the picture … so nostalgic! And your memories are precious.

  • Amy
    Amy - August 26, 2011 - 8:46 am

    Thank you so much Andrea!ReplyCancel

  • Amy
    Amy - August 26, 2011 - 8:47 am

    Hazel I think the simplest memories are the most treasured.ReplyCancel

  • […] I took this photo a few weeks back to go with the One Word at a Time blog carnival for the word childhood. I thought it worked for today’s Photo Friday so I’m sharing it again. You can read my Childhood Remembered post here. […]ReplyCancel