Two Little Ducklings

I have a lot of fond memories of my Daddy, but one particular one I will share with you today. On my thirteenth Easter I acquired two little white ducklings. How I got them is a whole nother story for a later date. I cared for them and fed them every day just as I had promised my mother. One Sunday morning, not quite one year later, I was in the back yard feeding them and carring on a conversation with them and thinking they must be talking back because of all the quacking when I saw my Daddy come out the back door and sit down beside me on the grass. He said, I can tell you love these ducklings very much." I smilled and answered that they make me very happy. He told me to get a wash tub from the shed and bring it to him, then he said bring me the water hose. He filled the tub to the brim. I was worried Mama would come out the door and scole Daddy for wasting well water. Mom could get him told off sometimes like she did us kids. Anyway, Daddy then picked each duckling up very carefully and put them in the tub. Well, you should have heard them quacking loudly and flopping their wings in the water. I had never heard them so happy. I told Daddy we should do this every Sunday. Daddy looked at me for a moment and told me if I truly loved them I should not be selfish and let them go. I guess Daddy saw a tear whelling up in my eye because he put his arm around me and said, "Sandy, there are times when you have to let something go that you love very dearly in order for them to move on with their lives. "You won't forget them and they won't forget you. Some people might have thought my Daddy wasn't very caring for us kids because he didn't talk a lot and he didn't brag on us kids. Anyway I use to think that but as I look back, I had a wonderful Daddy and a valuable lesson about letting go of someone you love so they can grow.

Pokadot Dress

I remember when I was four years old and my Mama was in the hospital with my new baby sister. All the rest of us kids were born at home, but I guess they wouldn't let small children come into the hospital. I wanted to wear my red and white pokadot dress that Mama made. It had a pretty little pocket with lace around it on the chest and it buttoned down the back. My granny put my dress on backwards which put the pocket on my back and it buttoned down the front. I cried so hard I was gasping for air. My granny told me to "dry-up". That meant to stop crying. Well, we walked down town but my granny had to pull me along. I didn't want my Mama to see me with my dress on backwards. She told me later she saw that it was on me backwards, but that didn't matter to her because she could recognise my pretty face in anything,and everything would be alright. I was okay again thanks to my loving Mama.

Trees

read a blog the other day about how important trees are in this person's life. I couldn't figure out how a tree could be so life long important. I thought about it a little while, and all of a sudden it came to me. When I was a little girl just five years old a tree made my world wonderful. We had lived in a little apartment behind my Dads place of employment and we had no yard and no trees. My sister and I would try to sneek over to a ladie's house behind us. She had a very large yard, probably the largest I had ever seen, and it had a lot of trees. She would see us out there and would tell her dogs to run us off. We would go running home and settle for playing in the junk car lot beside our little apartment. Sometimes we would get nails in our foot, we never wore shoes in the summer time. Then one day Mama and Daddy drove us to a house that sat on a big hill and had lots of grass and trees. To my surprise they said we were going to live there.



I remember thinking about all that grass and the many trees. I had one favorite tree. It had little green things hanging on it, and I asked my Mama what they were. She said they were apples and would be very good to eat and can for the winter.
I ran as fast as I could and told my little sister we could eat apples. Well after eating about ten of those little green things,we ran to Mama and told her we had a bad tummy ache. She said we were supposed to wait til the apples turned red .Well,to make a long story short,I still have fond memories of trees.




















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Beginnings

For starters I don't know what I am doing. Can you tell yet? It's hard to put my thoughts down when I have to learn to type all over again. My neck is already killing me,but I am determined to master this. Oh my, Wendy just put pancakes in front of me. Have to cut the beginnings short. Talk to you later.