Today Martha "pinned" a picture on Pinterest that had special meaning for me. It is a picture of a particularly brilliant, glorious day, somewhere in New England. Something tells me that the little band-shell in the park may be in Milford, Connecticut, I don't know why. Perhaps my Mom or Dad told me that, or more likely it said so on the side of the box, because this is the scene depicted on a large picture puzzle that they worked out years ago, and then enjoyed so much that they had it mounted and framed. It hung in their house in Florida for years, and then in my Mom's house here in Highlands before she moved to Indiana. What a glory it must have been to gaze upon that picture on some hot, sultry day in Florida where they went to live in their retirement, and to remember that cool, crisp day sometime in their youth.
And what a glorious day that must have been! They rarely "vacationed" when I was growing up, but nearly every Sunday afternoon, and especially in the Fall in New England, they would get in the car, packing us all in with them if we could be persuaded, and we would ramble up Route 7 to Canaan, on into western Massachusetts, even into Vermont, often returning well after dark with a little bag of apples, or some Vermont Maple Sugar purchased at a roadside stand along the way.
Remember this candy? Memories are made from such glorious days: the brilliant red and orange leaves still on the trees, the golden carpet all around, the crisp autumn air. And this sweet, sweet candy from our youth. Days of Glory.
No comments:
Post a Comment