These are the momentsEtched in time-etched in our minds. Memories and more…
Nancilynn Saylor. 27 May 2017
I awakened after a night of restless dreams to a sweet text message from one of my late son Steve’s high school friends. He always adored Jo and they participated in theater arts together…he truly loved her for her beautiful heart.
I have a some sweet special friendships with many of his friends from high school and am happy to report that it is a positive result from FaceBook. Social media can have some positive benefits .
My sons had a wild and wacky relationship growing up. They often fought like siblings can do, but would defend each other like knights, against the dragons of the outside world!
I miss my oldest boy and know his brother, Mike, does too!
So thank you, dear “JoJo” Daly-Di Nova, for this morning surprise picture from your ten year reunion. Love those beautiful smiles!
© Nancilynn Saylor 16 February 2017
My dad was born on January 8, 1923. He passed just a month before his 91st birthday.
He liked spicy foods, reading good books and watching football or other sports, on television.
I woke up this morning thinking of him and missing him.
I spent my day making homemade Salsa and watching my favorite football team.
Happy birthday in Heaven, Daddy. I love and miss you!
It was a name he gave himself in a song
and farm he did
nestled in our southern suburban paradises
turning endless backyards of clay into soil
we drew hope that
we would have tomatoes
slowly, but certainly, each year the garden came
some years two crops if we had the energy
some years both crops failed us
some years there were no tomatoes
unlike true farm families
a grocery store less than a mile away
now we are aging
farming grows harder…
in my mind’s eye
I see my grandparents- their slow walks
and bent backs, he as he walked to the garage to fire up the
she as she went out to toss vegetable scraps in the garden
just as their lives slowly did the same
wiping her rough hands on her worn apron
she trudges back up the stairs to the house they built
so many decades past
our parents had different lives
a generation skipped but just as important
the farming genes of the grandparents passed on
we are those who remember
we are the ones keeping the legends
and their memories
© Nancilynn Saylor2016
Photo of the “Farmin’ Fool”