HOME

The act of trying to find the way home is what convinces us we are lost. We’re not lost; we’re not alone; and we’ve never even left home.”

― Rumi

 

My true home is my mind because its where I store my memories of my childhood, of being a teen and young adult. It is where I go when I want to remember the good times in my life when I am feeling down and feel myself sliding down the rabbit hole.

I can remember growing up in Tyler, Tx and on Saturday mornings having my breakfast with my grandfather and watching westerns in his room till about 11 or 12 noon. Then we get dressed and head over to Mrs. Glass’s house have lunch afterward I would play with my dogs in her backyard for awhile. Then either I would go home for dinner or my grandfather and I would go to Mrs. Medlock’s house for dinner. After dinner I would play with her grandkids. Then either I spend the night at Mrs.Glass’s house or go home.

You see I grew up in a generational household. It was me, my older brother, my Uncle Sunny and my grandfather and my mother under one awesome roof. As you can see in previous paragraph I am grandfather’s girl. I never knew my “dad”; however; I was often told stories about him from my momma. According to her he was great guy and her best friend. They got together on one his OTR drives and hence I was conceived and nine months later on June 7th I was born, but he never knew because she never told him about me. There more to that story, but I will have to get into that later.

It is in my mind that I never have to leave “NEVERLAND” that is what I call my childhood. Don’t get me wrong it was not wine and roses my childhood. We were poor, but I never knew it. To me that old two story house was perfect and our cast iron swing that my grandfather built by hand was awesome. You could set your watch by the train that ran behind our house. The love that emanated in our house and our neighborhood was rich and vibrant. It was like no other and you can’t find it anywhere else in this country! For example our next door neighbor Mrs. Moon made the best cheese sandwiches and her  roses were stunning! She would always let me pick a few to give to my momma anytime I wanted.

I sit and recall all the times I sat on the 5 stair and read one of my mommas college textbooks or a one of my many books and just get lost in the story or plot. My grandfather would always say “my granddaughters job is to look pretty, compete in pageants, go to school, church, shop, and just be a little princess – she is not do chores!” So I didn’t that fell to my brother to do.. I was my grandfather shadow. Wherever, he went I went… If you saw Charlie you saw me! LOL

To this day I can lost in my mind and a great book and be completely happy!

THE HAPPINESS OF YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON YOUR THOUGHTS

 

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