I came upon a wild rose that had sprung up willfully on a city street boulevard. I was taken back in time.
Finding a wild rose on the walk home from school signaled the end of another school year. Summer time... the school picnic... July 1st...
"The July 1st Sports Day was a big summer event for us. We didn't always get to go but it was a fun day when we did. And a long one too. Driving home with a team of horses at night, looking at the stars and thinking of the day's events."
The memories of the stories she told came barreling back to me when I spotted that wild rose. Stories of her childhood during the Dirty 30's. Tales of living life as they knew it in among the realities of drought and a life of making do with what you had.
We look back today and call those years 'The Depression'. They were too young to remember a time when things were any different.
Little things meant a lot. Rare family outings in the summer time… eating an ice cream cone… looking up into the stars on their ride home in their horse drawn buggy after a memorable occasion…
May you find joy in the simple things in life … and remember her.
“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.”
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