Memories

Today I visited a friends blog. It brought back many memories.
She had a photo of a river and a cabin she frequents. My mind immediately went to my Grandpa and Grandmas house on the Quachita River. The time spent in the shallow part of the river on Hot July days.
The fish we always knew we would have for dinner. The fried potatoes and biscuits or cornbread.
If I was adept at posting photos I would post a photo of that house and river but alas I am not good at that.
If I was adept at posting photos I would post photos of my children grandchildren and then I could show the world, my world.
So I will just talk about it.
I am suffering from Empty Nest Syndrome so my post may be blue. Sorry if they are.
I have a lot on my mind this week. Lots going on in my world.
Memories are what we make them, we can remember the good times and let the bad lie. We will know of them but they do not have to be part of our daily thoughts.

I remember the good times on the river, I am sure the roads down were not good, as it was not highway, it was dirt and if we had rains, MUD.
We always sang songs, our Mom and Dad encouraged singing. I recall lying in the back window while riding, sometime I did get to sit in the seat, but I was small and I fit quite nicely in the window.
I had seven brothers and sisters and seat belts and vans were unheard of. Maybe a Station Wagon but I am not even sure of that.
I recall the dark woods and every sound of the crickets, frogs and water slapping the shore.
I recall the acid smell of Carbide and the fish scales on the ground, Around where Grandpa cleaned the fish.
I recall the water rising in storms and the old Dogs my grandparents always had. I guess they were hunting dogs.
I recall the old boat my Grandpa kept tied up on the land.
One year I did a painting of that house and the many trees and the river. I never really liked the painting. Something was always missing. One day I sat looking at it and I realized it had no life. It showed no one existing in that house.
The sun was not shining on the house, it is surrounded by trees. I had failed to paint a boat docked at the dock. I had failed to paint the ferry that took us across.
My painting was not complete.
It will never be complete until I add the elements of life.
That is what life is, We add the elements to make it wonderful and fun and full of mystery.