My family lived on North Road
during my school years. It was some walk to school but
for some reason we didn’t mind it. Half way we would
open our lunch box to see what was for lunch. Sometimes
it was better then others. My sister and two brothers,
when we arrived home, my mom was bust baking or preparing
fresh vegetables from the garden for our supper. She was
always busy.
The last day of school was so very special. It was even
better if you passed to the next grade! Sometimes it seemed
forever before you got the courage to look at your marks.
Oh to be free! Summer seemed to go on and on! There was
haying to do, gardening to help with, blue berries to
pick (I didn’t like the stink bugs) and then pick
over again so fresh blueberry pie and buckle could be
made. My mother was the best pie maker. It wasn’t
all work; we had plenty of time to play.
I have such wonderful memories of my childhood and adulthood.
Now that I am a grandmother of three delicious little
boys I look back with fond memories of my entire life!!
I would not trade my childhood with any child today.
