As time moves along so quickly, I must say that it never seem that days went by this fast as a child. It seems as though the day went on as if it would be forever. I never thought about how fast it went, but rather how slowly it went. I remember that it always seemed like forever for a holiday to come...or for my birthday to come. Now it seems as though with every blink, another moment has passed. This brings me to today's word...MEMORIES.
Wow...that word is packed full of thoughts! No pun intended! It is something that is in the recesses of our brains that is triggered with a suggestion, an action, a thought. The other day I had an event at my home with my Red Hat girls. We did a white elephant exchange. For those of you who do not know what that is...we wrap up the ugliest or silliest thing imaginable and then play a game as the gift float around the circle of girls til the end of a story comes and we keep the gift. We have done this a number of times before and we just laugh like crazy when each person opens their surprise. I laughed so hard that my cheeks and my jaws hurt. In that moment, I had a memory..not of the game, not of the gifts, but of a dear friend from our group who passed away(it will be 2 years in March). I remembered her saying that all the way home from our events, she would be thinking of the things we did and her face actually hurt from all the laughter. I knew in that moment how she felt. I had a double memory...both of the feelings she used to speak of and then of course of my dear friend Margie.
Then I began thinking of walking down memory lane. Oh how wonderful that is. To remember our childhood. Remembering games and toys, friends and family. Some still here some are gone. Remembering songs that I have connected to specific people or places or special moments. The one thing I keep close to my heart is "When you trim your Christmas Tree" I remember my grandparents. I remember coming home on the last day of school and my granfather was waiting with the fresh evergreen to decorate in the living room. My grandmother would be popping corn to string, hot chocolate smells wafting though the air. The bubble lights on the tree..the beautiful ornaments and of course the tinsel...one by one I would carefully place on the branches. Ah....memories! Then the song makes we think of myself older with my own children on the day we would call Memory Tree Decorating day. That day I would cook a special meal...everyone had to be home and we wore Christmas hats with our names on it and played the Christmas music...good old Bing Crosby being my favorite. I made popcorn for us to string (sometimes this was a struggle to get the girls to do this) and then the hours of going through the ornamnets and all the memories attached to each one. I would buy an ornament each year that represented something special in each of our lives that occurred that year. There were ornaments as well from our loved ones that had past. We would share the memories. What a wonderful day that was. Wow...how I miss both of those times. But at least no-one can ever take them away from me.
The other song that triggers memories is the one that sings "Somewhere out there". Each time I hear that song I think about a daughter who has left. Even though there is no communication...I still know that we are still underneath the same bright star and I feel comfort in that. Somehow...we are still connected. And then I think of the daughter and the children that live out of state and the song comforts me there as well. I think with both, of all the memories and times spent.
The other night "Karate Kid" was on and that movie triggered a memory. I remembered taking my daughters and their friends to Wauconda Beach for the day and it started to rain. I covered the picnic table with a table cloth and we sat underneath it, hoping that it would stop raining. Needless to say, it did not. So we packed up and went to the movies. Of course we saw "Karate Kid". In fact we saw it twice that day! It was such a nice memory.
God placed in our hearts this special gadget that allows us to recapture moments in time. I am so grateful for this gift. It allows those who have past or left our lives to still be there. It allows pleasures to be resparked. Hurts that resurface and allow us to review so that we may find a way to heal them. MEMORIES...a gift that keeps on giving.
Share with me your memories.
Quote for the day:
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal