Friday, September 10, 2010
Country life memories meets today's Internet
The old wood rolling pin brings a scene of my Mother rolling out pie dough for the pies she baked for an Inn that was popular and well known far from it's location. People from the D.C. area would visit the mountains where I lived and when here, they would eat at The Greystone Inn , which was known for their homemade pies. Pies taken to the back door at the kitchen area of the Inn by my Mother. Proud as could be that she was the secret pie maker of that Inn.
The old wringer washing machine photo that is on one of the antique ning sites , created a scene in my mind of the cellar where we washed the clothes. 3 tubs , one wringer , and the hose on the bottom for the water to drain out the hole in the cement floor.
Beautiful stained glass never fails to tug at my heart strings due to the church that was next to our farm. They are huge filling up the 4 sides of the church, each with a biblical scene. Sometimes I drive up to the mountain where the church still stands to look at those windows to be sure they are real and not just a figment of my imagination.
Country living was harsh , but , it was the norm in those days unless you lived in a city.
Driving to town in a Chevy pick up truck to go out to eat, was actually going to the Tastee Freeze for an ice cream cone treat , or to Newberry's to sit at the counter and have a hot dog.
The grocery store was a meeting place. A small little shop with things that were staples, but also perks such as chips and pretzels. Dad would go in while my Brother and I would sit in the truck, knowing we would be there for a while because Dad loved to talk. It was safe to leave a child in a vehicle in those days, not frowned upon, because Fathers needed that little bit of social talk, and the little grocery store or hardware store was the place to meet. Our treat for being good was always a Hershey bar.
Even an empty can with a bale handle with the King Syrup Molasses syrup label plays a scene for me. It's my Grandfather coming to visit, carrying the can with home made sugar cookies made by my Grandmother who was wheelchair bound, so she would send sugar cookies as her hello.
I am lucky to have so many memories and treasure them as much as gold, well, to tell the truth, they are worth more than all the gold in the world to me.
And to grow up, to be in the antique business is a perk, a dream come true because movies in my head are wonderful repeats when my eyes see an item from my country childhood past.
The moutains where I lived are still housing developement free , the old farmhouse has fallen to the ground, and the huge beautiful barn burned down many years ago.
But my mind goes back there many times to visit the good ole days of the country life and the way times once where. As the scenes play in my head come to a close, I look down at my computer keyboard with a huge smile, and realize, it's wonderful to have those memories, and to share them with today's technology.
So having said that, I leave you with this little note, the country life was wonderful indeed, but life without my computer, no way , I sure do love my life today
Best wishes, RC Linda