Thanks to Aunt Ruthie for inspiring me to think of times like this. Join her at Sugar Pie Farm..
Sunday Afternoon are for remembering the good People and Memories- times, thoughts and people (With us and not)
After a big Sunday Dinner. We head outside. Then a big family/neighbor game of touch football or daddies trying to figure out hop scotch with big feet.
Before we know it the day is cooling down ....The kids and grand kids are running with the dogs and playing games. Giggles galore.
The adults, young and old, sitting, swinging or laying on hammocks. They are talking about the just plain good to the world people. The Good out number the bad ten times. But you never hear about em. But they are all around us. We talk about em. We remember em. Those who..
1. Going down the dirt road hurrying to the store- when ya spot your neighbor pulling weeds. You have to yell and throw up your hand at least but 9 out of 10- You stop and see how they are doing. And pull afew weeds while ya jawing.
2. Dropping a $50.oo bill in the mail for that hard working friend that is trying to stay afloat on unemployment. No return address of course and it is never mentioned :.) We all had times a 50 would be a blessing- Shoot plenty a times a 5 was greatly appreciated.
3. Pulling over and turning down the radio when a funeral procession was coming down the road
4. Welcome new neighbors with a cake and invitation to next Sunday afternoon.
5. The neighbors who wander over to sit and join in.
We all get revived for the next week of work and to survive hearing about the negative.
The Good People and Sunday afternoons refresh our souls and spirits. (The deserts and tea/lemonade are pretty good too!) We see the world as good again. until after church next Sunday.
Want ya join us next Sunday?
PS. The little ones climb up in laps towards the end of the day, to learn what Sunday Afternoons are for. They will be talking about the good in 50 years because that is how it has carried on for hundreds of years....
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