SUNDAY'S SCENIC DRIVE
October 21, 2014
By Olivene Godfrey
Here in Georgia's highlands, the weather is just about perfect with a bright blue sky and plenty of sunshine. There is a nip in the air that reminds us that autumn has arrived. Soon, the leaves will turn brilliant fall colors before falling to the ground.
This past Sunday, Barry drove us to my doctor's weekend clinic to have my monthly blood test. (I am anemic.) Afterward, Barry drove us on a scenic tour around our county, with breath taking views of the mountains.
Then, Barry drove us to the old neighborhood where he grew up. There had been few changes, but for the most part the place seemed to have been in a time capsule, a real live Mayberry. Our old house where we lived for 15 years looked the same. Barry was three years old when we moved there and eighteen years old when we moved in 1978 to our home which is located on a foothill of Grassy Mountain.
We have a magnificent view of the mountains when the leaves fall from the wall of trees located at the edge of our front yard. We love our house and view, but Barry occasionally likes to drive to the neighborhood where he grew up.
Barry and his long time friend, Larry, rode their bikes all over town. They played in the stream at the American Legion grounds near our house, and took their fishing rods to a nearby lake to fish on lazy summer days. It was a more innocent time and I don't ever remember worrying about Barry as he and Larry roamed around the neighborhood.
Our Methodist Church was only a couple of blocks away. I can still remember the church bells ringing on Sunday mornings. I have warm memories of being a Sunday School teacher for the kindergarten class for a number of years at the church.
It's nice to roam down memory lane occasionally, but the present time can be good, too.
See you next time. Comments welcome. (As told to Tam)
By Olivene Godfrey
Here in Georgia's highlands, the weather is just about perfect with a bright blue sky and plenty of sunshine. There is a nip in the air that reminds us that autumn has arrived. Soon, the leaves will turn brilliant fall colors before falling to the ground.
This past Sunday, Barry drove us to my doctor's weekend clinic to have my monthly blood test. (I am anemic.) Afterward, Barry drove us on a scenic tour around our county, with breath taking views of the mountains.
Then, Barry drove us to the old neighborhood where he grew up. There had been few changes, but for the most part the place seemed to have been in a time capsule, a real live Mayberry. Our old house where we lived for 15 years looked the same. Barry was three years old when we moved there and eighteen years old when we moved in 1978 to our home which is located on a foothill of Grassy Mountain.
We have a magnificent view of the mountains when the leaves fall from the wall of trees located at the edge of our front yard. We love our house and view, but Barry occasionally likes to drive to the neighborhood where he grew up.
Barry and his long time friend, Larry, rode their bikes all over town. They played in the stream at the American Legion grounds near our house, and took their fishing rods to a nearby lake to fish on lazy summer days. It was a more innocent time and I don't ever remember worrying about Barry as he and Larry roamed around the neighborhood.
Our Methodist Church was only a couple of blocks away. I can still remember the church bells ringing on Sunday mornings. I have warm memories of being a Sunday School teacher for the kindergarten class for a number of years at the church.
It's nice to roam down memory lane occasionally, but the present time can be good, too.
See you next time. Comments welcome. (As told to Tam)
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