Although
I have lived in Florida
more than I care to say,
I am forever taking
'mind' trips back to the
beautiful hills of West
Virginia, the four
seasons and all the
wonderful memories I pray
that I will have until
the day I depart from
this earth. Those
memories have sustained
me through some really
trying times in my life.
Sitting
on the front porch swing
at my grandfather's house
in Montcalm, listening to
it creak as it moved back
and forth; hearing the
lonesome baleful howl of
a hounddog in the night
air; watching the heat
lightening streak across
the star-lit night sky;
and, the beautiful melody
wafting from the little
Pentecostal church as the
choir sang Amazing Grace
or When the Roll Is
Called Up Yonder.
Duhring
brings back memories of
feather beds, walking
across the bridge to go
to the little store that
always held a fascinating
array of penny candy
(back then you could get
just about a whole week's
worth for a nickel);
listening to the sounds
of the creek as the water
cascaded over the rocks
lazily going nowhere.
Sagamore
Hollow - remembering this
boy (Justus) that used to
walk me to school
everyday at my mother's
request, making sure I
got to and from where I
was supposed to be;
remembering the night I
woke up and venturing
into the bathroom only to
see this orange glow
bouncing off the walls,
then having my mom and
dad tell me the coal
tipple was on fire;
watching the company
store burn to the ground
and everyone that lived
there at that time
standing around as if one
big family...back then,
that's exactly what we
were...a big family that
reached out to help each
other without hesitation;
if someone was in need,
another would share.
That's the coal
mine where my daddy took
me to work with him;
that's the same place
where my mom's dad got
his finger cut off and my
dad had to rush him to
the hospital, in an old
studebaker truck he had.
Sorry,
there I go again.
Rambling on about things
that I treasure, but
whenever I get to talk
about West Virginia, I
don't seem to know when
to shut up.
I hope one day in
the very near future to
be able to journey to NC
and take my mom out of
the center for a couple
of days as I promised her
she and I would make a
trip back in time and
return to visit one last
time where she was born,
where she grew up as well
giving me the opportunity
to once again revisit the
places where my most
treasured memories were
made.
Diana