TheBanyanTree: Into the Past

[NancyIee at aol.com]

One of my favorite songs is "Thanks For The Memories."  For all the  people 
in life who make their mark, are loved (or not) and who made a  difference. 
 And, thank heaven for the recordings, DVDs, CDs, that allow us  to refresh 
as needed.
 
And, thank heaven for the internal "recorder" that keep on the top of all  
life's memories, moments of extraordinary loveliness that I can draw on, 
like my  secret savings account, when the bills or angsts of life become too 
heavy.
 
Such as:  kite flying on the hill behind the barn, the secret beneath  the 
little apple tree we planted down on the triangle, swimming with horses, the 
 time Pammy tied Drum, her young horse-in-training to the swing set and he  
ran away with it, the saga of the lamb, the summer we had the fawn in the  
orchard, chasing runaway and maverick horse down the road in the car and 
timing  him at 35 mph for a full half mile. The birthdays and peanut surprize, 
lima  beans under the table, the hen house that became the childrens' 
adventure place,  the crashing of tornadoes, putting up hay, learning to drive on 
the ice and the  flipping of a car, and holidays with us all there.
 
Those and all those little mind "trailers" we keep on hand in our memories. 
 Some sadness and badness, to be sure, but on the whole, we made in .  
.together.
 
Thanks for the memories.