It took some doing for me to narrow summer memories down to just one aspect. I can truly see an entire album containing nothing but my memories. Thanks Debbie for this class...I honestly think each class gets better and better. And these are the memories worth saving and sharing!
Materials Used: Kraft Cardstock: Unknown; Blue & Orange Cardstock: Bazzill; Small orange floral: My Mind’s Eye; Stripe, Large Floral, Journaling & Bird Die Cuts: Sassafras Lass; Orange Staples: Making Memories; Buttons: Bazzill; Brown Alphabet Stickers from Becky Higgins’ School Years: The Expansion Kit, Kit of the Month July 2008.
Journaling Below:
Because Mother worked one to two jobs on a regular basis, summer school breaks were difficult for her to find proper child care when our budget was so small routinely. Thankfully my Mother’s parents were willing to take in two waifs to care for in those summertime months.
My Grandfather farmed and my Grandmother worked in a variety of dress factories over the years, so most of our care during the morning hours came from my dear Grandfather. While my sister and I remained snuggled in our beds Mama arose, cooked their breakfast and Papa took her to work. Papa had already been up before dawn to plow or do other farming chores before the sun became too hot. Usually by the time Debbie, my sister, and I were up and about we could hear the tractor rumbling back to the barn area and knew Papa was through working till later in the day.
He would cook our breakfast, home smoked sausage or bacon from their own pigs, eggs fresh from their hens, perhaps eggs that Debbie and I had gathered the day before. And there were always a few biscuits left from Mama’s baking earlier that morning. They didn’t have a cow for milk, but I remember walking down a dusty unpaved road to the neighbor’s to buy a lard bucket of fresh milk for 25 cents and carefully carrying it back so as not to spill any.
After breakfast Debbie and I would play around the ‘whittling tree’. This was a huge oak near the side of the road where Papa would sit, watch us play and whittle with his razor sharp pocket knife thin curling tendrils of cedar wood. The pile of fragrant shavings grew day by day. On occasion Papa would give me a dollar and Debbie and I would walk down the road to a country store and buy his pack of Salem cigarettes and there was always a bit left over for penny candy. Bazooka bubble gum with the comic inside, Banana Kisses five to a pack and two packs for a penny or sometimes a Dr. Pepper in a bottle, ice cold with a pack of Spanish Peanuts poured into the soda. Oh, what simple happy memories!
I would design houses in the dirt round the base of that tree, drawing out the floor plans with a stick and furnishing it with acorn cap dishes and rock settees. Sometimes the mailman would bring a parcel from Mother in the post and how much fun it was to rip into the box and find a new Little Lulu comic book, a set of tiny glass dishes, soap liquid for blowing bubbles or other forgotten treasures that made the day so special. In the heat of the day Papa would encourage us to lie down for a nap and I remember waking with a sweaty neck just in time to jump in the truck and ride to pick Mama up from work. These memories are so precious to me and isn’t it wonderful that I can relive them over and over again by just going there in my mind!