Memories
~ Re~Visited
Song courtesy
of Tam's Midis The lady and watch in top image
is from
My Misted World Webmistress
Melva ©Silver and Gold
and Thee 2004
Memories of my home town and dear friends
and family kept flooding
over me like a constant waterfall. I have
not been "home" in many years
and the desire to visit old places and
sweet faces kept calling to me
incessantly. I made that long journey back
to my roots and found myself
searching for the familiar lush mountains
that curve around Pa. and
somehow makes one feel secure in the sheer
height of them.
I placed flowers on loved ones grave sites
and looked out over the
rolling hills that were dotted with
colorful Autumn leaves. As I sat
down on a grassy knoll, I became amazed at
the height of the evergreen
trees and the pine cones hanging heavily
from the boughs. Somehow
they seemed much less tall when I was
there before.
After walking the streets of the tiny
town, I noticed there were street
names now where once, none could be found
. The church looked much
the same but even it had a different name.
Some of the houses were
weathered and stood forlorn while others
had new paint
and stood so proud.
As a young girl, I used to walk along a
single gauge rail road track and
pick wild strawberries and blackberries
when in season. One could smell
the delicate scent of those berries and I
still remember of the juice
running down my chin and over my hands as
I ate my fill of them.
The rails have been long gone and new
houses dotted the land where berries
grew abundantly. I listened closely for
the familiar sound of that steam
train and it's lonely whistle but it only
sounded in my mind. I did find the
very old and deeply weathered "Old Mill"
where my boyfriend,
(now husband) and I used to walk to as we
were dating. No water ran over
it's rusty wheel now.
Folks say that you can never go home again
and I suppose that is true, but in
my mind and heart, I will always be able
to go back in time and remember
the good things of my youth.
Ann Marie Fisher
© October 4, 2007