“Morning is the dream renewed, the heart refreshed, earth’s forgiveness painted in the colors of the dawn.”

I love these cool and sunny mornings. When I take Gracie out, I sit on the shaded back steps for a while until I get cold or until I can smell the coffee.

There is something wonderful about mornings. The whole day is in front of me. I can do what I please and seldom have expectations as to what the day might bring. I take everything as it comes. Sometimes I have lists, but they are more like guidelines. If I don’t want to do anything, I don’t. There’s always tomorrow.

My morning rituals take about 5 minutes to complete before I can sit and drink my coffee, also a ritual I suppose. They are the only parts of the day which never change. I take Gracie out and then feed her and Maddie breakfast. The two patiently wait knowing what’s coming. After breakfast each gets a treat. Maddie’s patience is usually gone by then, and she meows at me while Gracie just sits waiting. Satisfied, the two then take their first naps of the day.

When I was a kid, I was seldom home on a summer day. I’d go to the playground or  roam around on my bike. My mother never really knew where I was at any given time,  but she didn’t worry. No mothers worried back then. Our world was small, confined mostly to the neighborhood, the school and church and to the main square of our town where the library, the movie theater and the stores were. Nothing bad ever happened when I was a kid.

My mother taught us not to talk to strangers. I figure she was just hedging her bets. My town didn’t have strangers. I think my father knew everybody. He and my mother had lived there since before high school, before they’d met each other. I was simply George’s oldest, and people would stop me and say hello and tell me to say hello to my mother or father or both.

I hitchhiked when I was a senior in high school and when I was in college. I also hitched when I was in Ghana which was a quicker way to get home than to wait for the lorry to fill. Never did I think of my mother and her admonition about strangers. I just wanted to get from one place to another. Nothing ever happened. I never even felt threatened. That’s the way it was back then.

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14 Comments on ““Morning is the dream renewed, the heart refreshed, earth’s forgiveness painted in the colors of the dawn.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    The four of us rode the 470 bus from Ashtead to Dorking to school, it was the late 60s and we didn’t think twice about hitch hiking. And then it happened. A school boy Roy Tutill was murdered. It was completely unheard of where we lived and all that was really known was that Roy was hitch hiking. My friend Dan continued to hitch rides and one afternoon was picked up by a lady who quizzed him over his decision – turned out to be Roy’s Mother. So our hitch hiking adventures ended

    Roy was lost in 1968, and some 33 years later his murderer was brought to justice.

    Dang, this might be my most depressing post ever.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      That is an awful memory to dredge from your memory drawers. It took so long to bring his murderer to justice.

      I never hitched alone in the US but I did all the time in Ghana.

      I actually carried a knife when I was in college and hitching. It was a useless serrated knife, but it was the best I could do. I hid it up my sleeve. A guy stopped and gave us a ride. He too quizzed us. Turns out he had a daughter our age and didn’t want her or us hitching. He actually went out of his way to drive us back to school.

      I never hitched after Ghana.

      • Hedley Says:

        Roy was the same age as us when it happened, 14. Up until then we happily stuck our thumbs out on the edge of the curb and jumped in whatever ride would stop for us.

        I love the idea that you had a serrated stuffed up your sweater, almost a glamorous switchblade kinda gal.

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        He was so young.

        Safety in numbers is why we traveled together when in college.

        I’m glad you liked my weapon of choice.

      • Hedley Says:

        Weapon of Choice ????? that can only mean this

  2. katry Says:

    MDH,
    Did I really see that? Is that really Christopher Walken? Am I still sleeping?

    That was unbelievable.

  3. Birgit Says:

    “Don’t forget your towel” said the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I had a towel with me as well as bananas, water and a book but unfortunately it wasn’t a space ride. This evening we were evacuated after another WW2 bmb was found behind neighbor’s garden. Some houses will be build there soon so they searched about 2 weeks ago and just found a harmless one, this one was a surprise for the construction workers and unfortunately not harmless. No problem, the experts know what to do, this whole area was heavily hit during the war and we live near a former steel mill so it’s nothing special. We spent a nice warm summer night with many neighbors on a nearby schoolyard, later my friend came from a rehearsal with his guitar so we had music too. Back home now. I didn’t need the towel.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      That’s exciting in a dangerous way, but I’m glad it had a happy ending.

      I loved all the Hitchhiker books, especially the first one. You outfitted yourself well though I think I’d take a bit more than a banana, maybe a cookie of some sort.

      It is amazing how a group of people drawn together by a common problem help it become an event to be enjoyed.

  4. Bob Says:

    My morning routine is very structured. Routine is very comfortable and prevents me from forgetting something important. We were also taught not to talk to strangers and we taught our kids about stranger danger including getting into a car with a stranger to help them find a lost puppy.

    I am just a chicken and would never take a chance on hitch hiking. Every teen thinks that they are immortal and invincible. Today we live in a much more dangerous and crazy world. Most States now have open carry and concealed handgun laws and many people are packing.

    Partly cloudy with on and off rain showers and mild temperatures as we are under the effects of tropical storm Harvey’s out rain bands. The city is opening up shelters for the hurricane victims.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I had my routine when I worked. I was up at 5:15, had coffee, watched the news and then left for work by 6:20. Now the time is whenever but I do the same things most mornings.

      I would never hitch if I were a college student now. Too many people are scary whether they have guns or not.

      Massachusetts hasn’t a hidden carry law and for that I am thankful.

      We are having the most amazing weather. The days are in the 70’s while the nights are in the low 60’s though tonight is supposed to be 58˚ or 59˚, perfect for sleeping.

      • Bob Says:

        I was very concerned that the Wild West would return when Texas passed the concealed carry law but the gun violence has been no worse than before. The last legislative session, two years ago, passed a concealed carry law on State College campuses and reduced the required hours for anger management to get the liscence. I guess that law cut down on spirited class debate. 🙂 We are lucky that the Legislature only meets every two years and only from January through June. The Governor can call a special session but this schedule limits the damage they can due.

      • katry Says:

        Massachusetts is so liberal that a hidden carry law would never pass. The state already has a strict gun law.

        The state legislature meets every year with only a summer break much like the federal government.


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