“How fast childhood passes and memories are what we cling to in our later years, and how few and fleeting those memories. They are to be treasured.”
c e hollis

- My daddy. I thought he was the greatest hero, the best, sweetest, smartest and most good looking of all daddies. I’m still pretty sure I was right.
- My blue Schwinn bicycle that Dad bought for me at a hardware store. It was shiny and beautiful and I think it cost 49 dollars.
- Red licorice strings that the gas station man gave to each of us when Dad bought gas.
- Trilliums blooming in the woods. We picked huge bundles of them, still there were millions more.
- Fried chicken––each crispy piece wrapped in a slice of buttered bread.
- Mama baking orange rolls and drizzling the tops with powdered sugar icing.
- Milkweed pods full of seed attached to tiny wonderful parachutes.
- Bumpy sour apple gumballs that cost one penny.
- Bible camp at Center Lake in Michigan.
- Crayola Crayons sixty-four pack, especially the ones with names like periwinkle blue.
- The river gliding in dark swirls under the old wood bridge.
- The bookmobile sleek and blue parked by the school playground.
- The World Book Childcraft set Mama bought for us when we were little.
- Mama sprouting budded sticks in early spring that turned out to be soft pussy willow branches.
- Climbing into the apple tree to read a Nancy Drew Mystery and sucking on a sour apple.
- Easter sunrise service and pancake breakfast.
- Swinging on my rope and board swing.
- Pitchers of daffodils on the dining room table for meals.
- Fresh whole cold milk.
- My first little white Bible engraved with my name and with Jesus’s words printed in red.
- Sitting on the rail fence and listening to whipporwills calling in the cool night air.

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