Disappearing Into a Pile of Autumn Leaves
Autumn is a nostalgic season, don’t you think? It’s a time of looking back at summer and realizing it has ended. Those flowers I cared for so lovingly will soon be a thing of the past. Times are changing, too, just like the seasons.
I have a tendency to want to hold onto things and not let them go, like the bewildered little puppies in the Golden Book, Four Puppies. Letting go of the past to make room for the new doesn’t make much sense. I want to make room for the new, but keep the old too.
Especially people. I never want to let go of people! And, I hope they never want to let go of me.
One of my cousins asked a question about the family picture in yesterday’s post. We both knew the people in front were our Latty family ancestors but who were the three in the background? I didn’t know, and there was no one I could ask. All those who knew the answer are no longer with us. My family wasn’t really big on keeping records. They were too busy; they were living in the moment, which is what I should do more of!
However, I really don’t need to let go of the past that I want to keep. If it’s not worth keeping, chuck it! (Or, shuck it?) But, if it’s something I want to remember or think future generations would like or has historical significance, I should label it or put it in a journal, or both. And, actually, everything has historical significance, doesn’t it, especially to family?
My grandchildren used to delight, each fall, in raking up leaves and then jumping right in the middle of them. That’s what I like to do with lovely memories.
And, at times, I like to hide out from the present by burrowing down into those pasttimes; but then, if I stayed there, think of all the things I would miss. Today is tomorrow’s lovely memory.
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