When life had a slower pace
REMEMBER WHEN
Well here we are in August. I wonder where the summer went. The “Good Book” says that the end time won’t come until the days are shortened.
It seemed when I was in grade school and junior high school that the summer was really long. Then as I got older it seemed to get a bit shorter each year. I remember dreading the day when the “yellow prison wagon” – the school bus – would come over the hill and we would be off to school.
Now, at 61 years of age, it seems like yesterday was Christmas and it was only mere hours until the fourth of July and a few more hours until Labor Day. By the time we get around to doing what we wanted outside, there is no more time to do it.
I look back to those “Old Days” and remember daydreaming about when we would be in the fields picking rocks after planting. Then the trips to the old swimming hole or, in my case, bike trips to Washburn to swim and spend the day at the “Mill Pond.”
In those days we had pick-up basketball games at the school basketball areas outside or in the public playgrounds. If we lived in the country we would go fishing or bike riding or just sit under a tree and read a book.
I am thankful that in my early school days I developed an appetite to read. I found that as I read any particular book, I could actually put myself in the place of any character in the book. Reading opened a whole new world to me. Now, sadly, and I am not knocking technology but there is no longer “hands on” reading.
Some days I sit in my arm chair in the living room and read a favorite book and remember when …
Guy Woodworth of Presque Isle is a 1973 graduate of Presque Isle High School and a four-year Navy veteran. He and his wife Theresa have two grown sons and five grandchildren. He may be contacted at lightning117_1999@yahoo.com.
