Round Kitchen Tables

Hello and thank you for your visit. What I have written here in part reflects some of my various thoughts and concepts about life, family, friends, God, etc. As a child growing up in a large family we had it pretty good during the warm seasons of the year, but wintertime was another story. Wintertime was cold and at times very hard; a time we couldn't wait to get through. Mom and Dad would scrap together food to feed us from what had been canned, stored or donated. They made sure we stayed warm usually by firewood gathered earlier or coal we were able to purchase. Somehow the family all pulled together and did what was needed to get by. Wintertime was also a good time. A time that we seemed to huddle a little closer together as a family and a time we appreciated things a little more. Wintertime makes me think of the beauty of falling snow, blanketing the ground; what a sight, covering the dirt and brown grass! Snow covering the earth reminds me of how Gods love covers the world and cleanses it making it a beautiful. Wintertime reminds me of the smell of wood burning or momma cooking in the kitchen; the smell of coffee filling the air or dads aftershave. I remember the feeling of waking up nearly frozen to death, how from under the covers seeing my breath vanishing before me. I remember us kids running as fast as we could to huddle around the stove in the living room while we waited for breakfast. Many of the poems or thoughts came to me as I sat alone and thoughts of family and friends came to mind. For just a brief while you can go back and relive the good times, the fun times and the sad times. I thank God that we are able to record our thoughts to remind us in the future, of the blessings of the past. Wintertime Memories is one of those poems where I allowed myself to go back and relive my childhood days once more. I do hope you enjoy, Loyd Taylor Wintertime Memories Snowflakes a-fallin, in the kitchen Moms callin; You youngens get out of that bed! The days now a-wastin, the biscuits a-bakin And I got lots to do ere yere fed. Son, help your brother straighten up those covers You never know wholl drop by today; Go wash up with the others, gather round the table, Hold hands, and now let us pray: Lord, for the nights rest were grateful For this food and our great big family; Now bless whats before us, In the name of Jesus, Alright, now yall can eat. When yall are through eatin The chickens need feedin And theres firewood that needs bringin in. Now go feed your dog, Give the scraps to the hogs And bring back an arm load of kindlin. Its seems just yesterday we sat at that table Mom and Dad and the whole family; I never knew then Just how precious to me Would those Wintertime memories be. No, we never were rich in material things And at times we barely got by; But we had love to spare for all of us there And for any stranger that dropped by. They say you can't go back to the days gone by, I'm sorry, but I must disagree For I often do return and again live In those days of Wintertime Memories. Written by Loyd Taylor, December,2004



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