Painting is such a fun journey. When I come in from my paint building my husband always says, “How did it go?” My response is usually, “Well I haven’t messed it up yet.” Occasionally it is not such a positive response. You never know how …
Month: May 2016
Childhood is not without some very curious minds. But that curiosity can lead to some problems. Today it seems young people don’t want to hear the stories of how it used to be. What a treasure of ideas, thoughts and adventures they miss.
We always liked to hear the stories our parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles would share. I can remember one night when all the cousins piled on the roll out sofa in the living room at grandpa and grandma’s house. Our parents were sitting around the living room telling stories. We laughed and giggled at the stories they told. They told stories for quite a while before the lights had to go out. One of those stories was about going to the bluff at the edge of the property line. Needless to say we were intrigued by such a place and soon decided we should go to see it. Our parents allowed it was too far and would be really hard to get there. They assured us the brush and trees were grown up around it and it would be almost impossible to get to it.
From the stories we had heard we knew the general direction. We felt sure we could get there on our own. So we set out across the orchard and then into the big woods. After what seemed a very long time, we had not seen even a very steep bank. There was no sign of the magnificent bluff we had heard about. Tired we decided to head back only to discover we did not know how to get home. We agreed on a direction and knew not to cross any fences knowing a fence would lead us back around to the property we had left. We walked for a while but soon realized we were nearly back where we had been. We rested a while. It was hot and we had not brought any water with us. The sun was sinking and so was our hearts.
Once again we set out for home. Suddenly my cousin spotted the fence and the gravel road beside it. Once on the road we knew our way back. It was going to be about a mile at the least. You can image the mixed emotions of relief for finding our way back and fear of the consequences of our bad judgment.
As we were spotted by everyone standing in the yard we knew we were in trouble. Not only had we not taken good sound advice, we had left without getting permission. I have never forgotten that day. It was a lesson learned and wisdom for the future. But there is still that adventurous spirit that would love one day to experience standing on the edge of that bluff overlooking the beautiful view.