I'm part of a FB group for the village I grew up in. There were so many villages like mine back in the seventies and eighties when the world wasn't so built up and gone too far into too much nowadays.
Our world's were young, but still with a history that came before us. I was just thinking of how my childhood was. Everyone was home more often, Moms stayed home with their kids, tended to all the housework while the men worked all day.
We road our bikes all over the village, tried to escape the siblings and younger cousins so they couldn't find what street we were on.
We had Nana and Grammy to make lots of cookies and sweets on a regular basis.
We had Moms who invited their friends over for coffee, tea and Sarah Lee pound cake or those frozen cakes. Lawn chairs out in the back yard, lemonade, tents made up of Mom's old quilts so we could play in it all day. It was hung over clothslines which hardly anyone uses one of those nowadays.
There were old roads to walk on to get to a nearby Mall and there wasn't anything built up along the way of these old roads from our long ago past. Nothing but old trees, tall grass and golden rod, which my Mom loved.
I don't think it really matters which village you came from, the times were the same.
Life was different back then. I wouldn't change a thing about my childhood, as it was idyllic.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted July 15, 2013
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