Remembering...

I'm sitting here this afternoon with thoughts (remembrances) flooding my mind.  They are good memories, fun memories....

The first one that came to mind was the hustle and bustle around the kitchen table at home as Mom was busy helping all those little boys with their activities, and Dad trying to teach them the lesson.  Mom was a den mother for the cub scouts and Dad was the cub master.  There was always so much excitement on those once a week meetings. 

Then another time was when Mom and Dad would take us to the field next door for a 2 on 2 game of softball.  It was always so funny because Mom was not an athlete at all...  but she would be right in there....  swinging the bat so awkwardly.  And Dad would let me use his baseball glove, and then laugh because he was left handed and it made it easier for him to get on base as I would have to take the glove off to throw the ball.

And another time was when I had a sewing project that I just couldn't do in 4-H.  Mom would sit patiently beside me at the sewing machine and guide me through each step....  I don't like sewing...

And Dad was the coach for the Meredith Farm Team.  Bud was a star pitcher for his team, Mom would watch every game, and Dad would when he could.  But most of all, Dad loved coaching those little guys, and he would let me help and play....  Every week, I would be by his side, learning everything he could teach me.

I had good role models when it came to working with children, and working hard, and loving their family, sacrificing for others...

I remember when we lived over the old laundromat on Moultonboro Neck Road.  There was a slanted floor on one end of the room, and Dad put an old bed spring on it and we would jump on it like a trampoline until people in the laundromat downstairs thought we were coming through the ceiling.  :)

To be continued...........