What a beautiful memory in a beautiful story and I know how much you love horses. I like that talk a lot and I know when you hold it it takes you back in time to happy memories
What a beautiful post. These are lovely memories. And it was the same for me when I was growing up. I addressed all the adults as miss, Mrs. or Mr. And the adult friends were 'aunt' or 'uncle'. It's just something we did.
I was taught the same lesson in respect...I was quite an age before I found out half my aunts and uncles weren't related to me at all lol. What a lovely memento you have of your time with Molly
December 14, 2016 at 12:03 PM
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Oh, Gail, I love this memory. You told it so well that I felt as if I were there. It also took me back to some of my own feel-good memories. Thank you.
This is the sweetest story! Every child NEEDS grandparents, and they made the very best ones! I am supposing they are long gone now, but they remain in your heart forever. And you have the buckle of love. I think when we pass on, the only meaningful thing we leave is what we did for other people.
This is such a beautiful story Gail, of Molly and your special memories of her, and still to have this wonderful buckle which triggers all kinds of memories close to your heart. I really enjoyed this post. lol n H to M
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We lived in the valley where I live now. Dad and Mom decided we needed to be closer to the highway to catch the school bus otherwise we would be walking over a mile in all kinds of weather one way to catch the bus. They purchased a small house from a couple that had belonged to their daughter who had moved away.
In those ancient days it was proper respect to call elders you didn't know by Mister, Missus or Miss and elder friends were addressed by Aunt and Uncle.
That placed us close to neighbors, Joe and Emma Rose, in their grandparent years with their children grown and gone. I adopted them, or they me, I'm not really sure which was true. They quickly became Aunt Emma and Uncle Joe. I was there when ever I could obtain permission.
They had a Catalpa tree that reached the sky. I could climb to the top and sway in the breeze with no admonition. It was heavenly!
Aunt Emma's kitchen always had great smells and Uncle Joe's barn always had surprises to discover.
AND they had a horse. She was almost a true black with the longest mane I'd ever seen. Her tail touched the ground. In the middle of her forehead was one bright white star. Molly would present her head to be scratched and hugged no matter how small you were.
Molly could pull a plow and turned our garden many times. I was able to ride her, too. In fact Molly would willingly walk with five children on board at a time. I learned Molly had been a show horse with many ribbons and trophies ridden by Aunt Emma and Uncle's Joe's daughter. Molly was twenty-three when I met her.
In the barn Uncle Joe and I found part of Molly's old show halter with the buckle still attached. He removed the buckle and handed it to me. He said I could think of Molly every time I held it.
Life changes. Aunt Emma and Uncle Joe moved closer to their son. Molly went with them.
I still have Molly's buckle.
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Oh, the memories I have when I hold the buckle in my hand.
Thank you, Aunt Emma and Uncle Joe.
Thank you, Molly.
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December 14, 2016 at 4:40 AM
And it represents more than a memory of Molly.
December 14, 2016 at 6:56 AM
What a beautiful memory in a beautiful story and I know how much you love horses. I like that talk a lot and I know when you hold it it takes you back in time to happy memories
December 14, 2016 at 7:40 AM
What a beautiful post. These are lovely memories. And it was the same for me when I was growing up. I addressed all the adults as miss, Mrs. or Mr. And the adult friends were 'aunt' or 'uncle'. It's just something we did.
December 14, 2016 at 9:16 AM
You have just opened a similar wonderful childhood memory for me with this lovely post. Thank you.
December 14, 2016 at 10:29 AM
I was taught the same lesson in respect...I was quite an age before I found out half my aunts and uncles weren't related to me at all lol. What a lovely memento you have of your time with Molly
December 14, 2016 at 12:03 PM
Oh, Gail, I love this memory. You told it so well that I felt as if I were there. It also took me back to some of my own feel-good memories. Thank you.
December 14, 2016 at 12:21 PM
Loved reading your story, what a sweet fond memory of Molly.
Lynne x
December 14, 2016 at 12:42 PM
Gail, you touched my heart with this nostalgic story. Such a sweet memory to hold dear. xoxo Linda
December 14, 2016 at 2:01 PM
This is the sweetest story! Every child NEEDS grandparents, and they made the very best ones! I am supposing they are long gone now, but they remain in your heart forever. And you have the buckle of love. I think when we pass on, the only meaningful thing we leave is what we did for other people.
December 14, 2016 at 2:01 PM
What a beautiful memory and more so that you still have the reminder to hold and let it take you back.
December 14, 2016 at 2:35 PM
So very special Gail, I am so pleased you still have Molly's buckle.
All the best Jan
December 14, 2016 at 3:46 PM
What a treasure. So cute.
December 14, 2016 at 4:22 PM
What a sweet story. Molly must have been beautiful.
December 14, 2016 at 5:34 PM
I love your stories . . .
even more when I catch a glimpse of you,
your life, your loves . . .
and Molly . . .
December 14, 2016 at 10:09 PM
Wonderful story and amazing gift.
Blessings to you all, Gail. Merry Christmas.
December 14, 2016 at 10:28 PM
What a lovely memory to have!! :)
December 14, 2016 at 11:20 PM
Beautiful post!
December 15, 2016 at 10:11 AM
I love little treasures like this with precious memories attached. Such a beautiful story!
December 15, 2016 at 12:36 PM
This is such a beautiful story Gail, of Molly and your special memories of her, and still to have this wonderful buckle which triggers all kinds of memories close to your heart. I really enjoyed this post. lol n H to M
December 15, 2016 at 3:29 PM
The buckle is a treasure and the memory is a beautiful thing.
December 16, 2016 at 8:53 AM
What a lovely story Gail. I love your memories. A wonderful buckle too.
December 16, 2016 at 3:14 PM
What a heartwarming story...thank you for sharing this memory with us :)
December 17, 2016 at 1:06 PM
Poignant and beautiful. And my eyes are sweating a little.
Thank you.
December 17, 2016 at 5:14 PM
such a pretty, heartwarming story - thanks for sharing gail!!
December 18, 2016 at 9:23 AM
A lovely story, Gail....emotional...wonderful memories...thanks for sharing the warmth. :)
December 18, 2016 at 2:50 PM
Memories are such a treasure in our lives!
February 1, 2017 at 6:32 AM