Today was another beautiful day. Low humidity, a clear blue sky, and a sweet calmness meandered around me, filling my heart, to the brim with peace.
It’s funny how sometimes, the type of day, fruit and vegetables, a familiar smell, a particular song, and farmers baling hay in the fields can transport me back to another time. I love when memories flood my mind, taking me back when life was simple, and love waft through the air touching my mother, father, sisters, and brother.
Summer was always a busy time growing up on the farm. Mom worked in her garden, pulling weeds, hoping for a good crop of vegetables. Then in due time, preparing, and canning jar after jar of her bountiful harvest. I remember seeing the sweat pour off her face, as she took the scalding hot jars out of the canner then loaded it up again. Mom would often sing as she worked hard to fill our shelves with everything under the sun. When I close my eyes and listen carefully, I can almost hear her voice, singing the Old Rugged Cross. Oh, how I miss her.
Most summers, Dad would help a few local farmers with their chore of baling hay. I remember Dad facing the baler waiting for the bales to pop out, then grabbing the bulky rectangular shape tied with twine and piling it on the flatbed with sides. It was a hot job, but Dad didn’t mind. It was a way for him to earn a few extra dollars for his family. Dad was a good man and a great and loving father. I miss him, dearly.
Although my parents are gone, it’s days like this that keeps them close to me. Sometimes it is as if they are right by my side. Our memories connect us to those who live in our heart.
I believe when we remember those we love, the connection to heaven grows stronger, and our loved ones are happy.
Memories are magical, they heal our hearts, and fill us with a love that never dies, and for that, I am grateful.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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