Having an absolute lovely ride out this early morning, the country ride was more than I could of hoped for, it was so fresh, and the dew quite heavy, with a bit of chill in the air, and to each side of the winding country roads the queen Anne's lace, and Golden Rod were quite dominate. I passed by the lama farm, and the many ponds along the road, all filled with Geese. It was yesterday's lovely ride that brought home the childhood memories stirred by the Golden Rod, as a child, we knew it was getting close to school time when it started to blossom.
It was so wonderful to know that even though school was starting there was still time to play afterwards after chores.
I grew up much different than anyone I have ever known. I suppose it was just that time in the world. Things were changing, and most folks I knew, did not want too, and never intended too.
I was 7 years old when we moved to the Roanoke Island, The very small community was called Manteo, the adjoining community was called Wanchese, both were named after Indiana Chiefs.
7 miles away, was the bridge across the Croatan Sound that took you to the Atlantic Ocean, and just over to the left as you were exiting the bridge, you could see the huge sand dunes, where Orvile and Wilbur made their flight. (Jockey Ridge)
The huge old beach houses, it was not a very big place, not like now.
I did not get to go over to the ocean much, my mom thought it was too big. : )
I think she was afraid it would swallow me up.
Mom used to work cleaning a motel over there, and heard all kinds of horror stories.
So trips to the beach were very infrequent. I loved the ocean, and as a child, it was so strange how just a car ride away was such a different place completely.
I went back there about 20 years ago, it was the first time I had been there since a young teen, I looked at what had been done I cried.
The marshes had been filled with concrete, built high rises, built million dollar homes.
For all the wealth to capture a view, but they would never have enough money to buy the memories I had of a time long gone, when poor people lived off of the land and what it could provide, rather than a mall with expensive swim ware.
Oh the shame of it all.
Sorry for the rant here..
: )
2 comments:
They say you should never go back don't they... that our memories are looked at often through rose-tinted glasses. But at least we have the memories, and as you say, it doesn't matter how a place has changed, for us it will remain the same as it used to be... lovely to see you on here again... dare we hope for more!!!
You are so very right, and I feel bad for writing about the negative.
What we hold in our hearts is the treasure that is for sure.
Thank you for your wonderful presence in this effort to write.
Please shadow me as I go through this journey of rememberance.
I am in the process of putting the children's childhood pictures, and school work into an album. Each of these writings from the blog will be included. It is a big project for me.
Thank you again so much, I feel blessed to have you and Calico Kate for support.
Much love to you always
xx MLH : )
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