I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sounds of the men preparing for a day of long hard work. I heard the women singing hymns as they rattled the pans on the stove. I heard the creak of the old oven door, the sound of homemade biscuits. I peered out the window and watched the soft mist rise as the first rays of sun glinted over the mountain. I knew I was home.
One of my favorite childhood memories of my great grandmother’s house. I can smell the bacon and almost taste the honey and biscuits.
5 thoughts on “A Childhood Memory”
I know what you mean! My grandparents have been gone a long time now, but it still hurts a lot! I’m glad I have memories with them!
I hope I am leaving good memories with my grandkids
Memories are we have left after we are gone so we need to make as many good ones as possible.
As someone who was a kid in the early Seventies, I love that photo. It’s so 70’s! That brings back a few memories for me, too.
We had a camera that took that kind of pictures.
Grandparents are the best