Friday, March 2, 2012
The Good Ole Days
I was doing a little legal stalking...aka surfing Facebook... tonight and stumbled across a picture of an old friend. It brought tears to my eye. Her name is Diane. She and her husband Tony were such good friends of my parents. We used to go and visit them when I was a kid. They had 5 boys. I believe Diane kept the most comfortable home that I have ever been to. We would visit often. The boys were avid outdoorsmen and as a result the dinners were usually fish fries. I can almost smell that sweet aroma of fresh fried flounder coming through the window into the yard. You were always met with a smile and a hug and two little poodles (one of them could sing). We would eat and it was always good and there was always enough. Food prepared with love always tastes better. Then with full bellies, the laughing would start. There were stories, big stories, little stories. With 5 boys and a sweet daddy and a little mama (I don't think she is 5 feet tall), there was always an abundance of stories. You would stop laughing from one tale and somebody would start in with another one. There was always something going on in the yard, a new puppy, a dirt bike that needed fixing, or a new car to work on. Always something to do. After supper, we would play, and play, and play. There was so much laughter and so much love. It thank God for Tony and Diane and the boys. I thank God for sharing them with me and giving me such blessed memories. If I could time leap back, I would be twelve again tonight sitting in Tony and Diane's living room listening, laughing, loving.
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