“Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.” 

I should be singing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning.” Today has the feel of fall about it, a lovely feel of fall. The temperature is 63°, and the high will only reach 73° with little humidity. The sun is really bright. Everything is still. All the doors and windows are open. The dogs skipped their morning naps to stay outside.

I am going out and about today. I’m going to the hardware store to buy a screw gun or whatever it’s called. I have a few things to hang outside. I’m getting so handy!

I have had a burst of energy the last couple of days. I have rearranged all sorts of doohickeys in the living room and kitchen. This morning I brought up old pictures from the cellar which I had totally forgotten. I was down the cellar to wash the spread from my bed when I saw a box with frames sticking out of it. Yup, you read that right. I was washing my spread. It never sat by the cellar door for days growing legs. I’ll have to note this event in my diary. Anyway, I found an old woven frame with a print of beautiful flowers inside. I’ll be carrying it around the house until I find the perfect spot.

When I was a kid, I never noticed pictures on the walls except for the one in the bathroom right across from the toilet. I read it all the time I sat. It was a poem. A small boy in a blue robe holding a towel, soap and a brush was beside of the poem. It was a Mabel Lucie Attwell wall plaque. I read it so many times I had it memorized. “Please remember – don’t forget – never leave the bathroom wet,” was how the poem started. On a trip to Ireland, that every same picture, the original, was on the wall of the bathroom. I tried to buy it, no deal. I then went hunting on line and found a metal reproduction. I ordered it and gave it to my mother in her Christmas stocking. She was thrilled when she opened it and couldn’t believe I had remembered the poem. When she passed away, I took the metal plaque and put it in my bathroom. I see it every day and every day I am reminded of my mother.

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5 Comments on ““Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yet another cool, cloudy, and humid day here in North Texas. We didn’t have a drop of rain for 67 days and now there’s a chance of rain every day through the next 10 days.

    I didn’t realize that the poem about the bathroom was something real and meaningful to you. I thought you just found it on the internet. I always read the songs you post first before reading your text. What a terrific story.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      You would have loved it here. The high temperature was 73°. I did a few errands and didn’t even mind the traffic. It was just such a nice day to be out. We have a moderate chance of rain in the wee hours of Monday morning.

      Yes, that poem is important to me. It was on the wall of the bathroom of the house where I mostly grew up, mostly because we moved to the cape. I don’t know what happened to the original when we moved which is why I tried to buy the one in Ireland. I was so excited when I found the tin one on line. I knew my mother would love it. When she opened it, we started to say the poem from memory. She said it along with us.

      Thanks!

  2. Les Says:

    Hello there, Kat. A screw gun? Not something I know. A Drill with a screw attachment or Phillips Head? Got me on that one. Anyway, no Fall here yet. It will be awhile for that. Leaves are turning, but that’s because of no rain in so long. Everything is brown. It’s still quite warm here. Will be a nice change here when cooler weather comes in. Be Well.

    • katry Says:

      Les,
      Being ignorant of all but the most common hand tools, I did not know the name of this. You are correct it is a drill with screw attachments. It is my first tool beyond a hammer, screw driver, wire cutter and wrench.

      Nothing is turning yet but the cold nights we’ve had the last few nights may help. Lawns and fields are brown except at the golf courses. They are sad sights. I am so excited for cooler days and nights!

      • Les Says:

        The golf courses are allowed to water the greens & fairways, even though there is a period of no rain. Cooler nights are not here yet. They will be soon. Finally, it did rain here with a decent soaking. Like you guys up there it was much needed. I’m sure if you go to a hardware store and tell them what you need, they will take care of you. Stay well.


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