“We create our future by chasing our dreams, and it’s what we become in the pursuit of our dreams that makes the journey worth it.”

The morning is beautiful. The trees are still. The air smells sweet. The only sounds are the birds and the bugs. Today is starting to be a perfect day.

I have been busy whittling my list. Yesterday was an award winning day. I was able to cross off three chores. I planted the perennials I bought the other day in the buy one, get one sale. They are purple and red and are in the front garden. I hung the Ghanaian flag next to the Peace Corps flag. That sounds simple, but it wasn’t. I was screwing the holder into the tree, but my new tool got away from me and the screw went flying. I used my hand drill. The flag was already on a pole, but the pole was bent and wouldn’t go into the holder. Two poles later, the flag was in the holder and being blown by the wind. I figure anyone who notices the flag will probably wonder why I am flying the Black Star. I put down the contact paper in the medicine chest and threw away expired gels and such. Some were ancient. I did one chore not on the list and put new books into my little library.

This morning I have already been busy. The laundry is in the washing machine.

When I was a kid, Saturday was all mine. I could do whatever I wanted. Sometimes, mostly in the winters, I went uptown with my father while he got a haircut, brought his shirts to the laundry and stopped at a few stores to greet friends, townies. Mostly, though, I was a Saturday wanderer. Usually I was by myself.

My town was a remarkable place. It was small, but it had everything I ever needed. The library was my favorite spot. I browsed Woolworth’s even when I had no money. I watched at the side window of the Chinese laundry where shirts were being ironed on a big, flat machine. The barber shop had two chairs. I remember the hair on the floor. A bank was at end of the square as was the post office. Two funeral homes were across the street. One was always Catholic and the other was not. A little bit down Main Street were a few more stores just out of the square. My favorite was Santoro’s sub shop, a tuna sub with pickles and hot peppers please.

I pull out memories every now and then from my memory drawers. Most drawers, especially from my childhood, are overflowing, filled beyond the brim. I can close my eyes and see it all as it was. I find comfort in those memories. I get to see my mother and father again. I see my childhood hopes and dreams. I see my becoming.

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4 Comments on ““We create our future by chasing our dreams, and it’s what we become in the pursuit of our dreams that makes the journey worth it.””

  1. Beto Says:

    I pulled a first remembrance from the mem’ry chest
    And set it on the table for a while
    We reminisced for hours of the time we met
    The both of us were sitting with a smile

    But soon the sun was setting and the shadows crept
    And I returned the mem’ry to its place
    Then somewhere in the mem’ry chest, the mem’ry wept
    But seems those tears were painted on my face

    I looked into the mirror o’r the mem’ry chest
    As light was fading softly from the day
    Then hushed my tears and counted all the ways I’m blessed
    And took the mem’ry out once more to play

    • katry Says:

      Beto,
      I sat reading this with a smile on my face. I love to explore my memory drawers. I am often surprised by the memories they hold. I can often see them. I remember chasing grasshoppers, brown ones, in the field, in the tall grass, below my house.

      Like you, I am blessed.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Unfortunately, episodic memory changes slightly every time you bring up the memory. While I was on furlough, during the Covid-19 time frame, I began writing down many of my career and other memories. They were beginning to become harder to remember the details so I started writing them down. It also helped me keep my sanity while being stuck at home.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      When I went back to Ghana after 40 years, it was far bigger and busier, but the bones of what I remembered over time were the same. I know where the stores in my town used to be. Those memories haven’t changed, even slightly. The day to day memories of growing up have dimmed more than the memories of places and people. My memories of the biggest events haven’t really changed. I see them in my mind’s eye.


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