The Harvest Moon
Tonight there is a lovely Harvest Moon, and I have been watching it from the time it started to rise over the far hills. It was huge and red and turned to orange and then gold as it rose higher in the sky and now it's a pale yellow. What a wonderful blessing God has created for my tired eyes to see.
Watching the Harvest Moon has brought one of my favorite memories to mind. I can hear the singing and laughter as if it all took place yesterday. I was with my parents at my aunt and uncle’s cottage on the lake and we had a bonfire and my father played some kid songs for us on his guitar. I especially like "I've Been Working on the Railroad" and I sang with much gusto.
After all the kids were inside and either playing cards and board games or telling ghost stories, the adults had their turn at the bonfire and singing. Mom and dad, Aunt Florence and Uncle Milt and Aunt Bet and Uncle Crit were all singing and laughing. They sang "Shine on Harvest Moon", "Now Is the Hour", and "Down by the Old Mill Stream" and a bunch more.
Many years have passed since then and mom, dad and all the aunts and uncles are gone from this life. Their singing and laughter remains with me and sometimes the sweetness and sadness bring tears to my eyes. How I miss them and how I miss those wonderful, carefree days I had as a young child.
Of course, I grew and moved on with life, but those dear people are part of me, who I am and what I believe. They remain with me and I can see and hear them in my mind and think how perfect that time in my life was.
The Harvest Moon
Tonight there is a lovely Harvest Moon, and I have been watching it from the time it started to rise over the far hills. It was huge and red and turned to orange and then gold as it rose higher in the sky and now it's a pale yellow. What a wonderful blessing God has created for my tired eyes to see.
Watching the Harvest Moon has brought one of my favorite memories to mind. I can hear the singing and laughter as if it all took place yesterday. I was with my parents at my aunt and uncle’s cottage on the lake and we had a bonfire and my father played some kid songs for us on his guitar. I especially like "I've Been Working on the Railroad" and I sang with much gusto.
After all the kids were inside and either playing cards and board games or telling ghost stories, the adults had their turn at the bonfire and singing. Mom and dad, Aunt Florence and Uncle Milt and Aunt Bet and Uncle Crit were all singing and laughing. They sang "Shine on Harvest Moon", "Now Is the Hour", and "Down by the Old Mill Stream" and a bunch more.
Many years have passed since then and mom, dad and all the aunts and uncles are gone from this life. Their singing and laughter remains with me and sometimes the sweetness and sadness bring tears to my eyes. How I miss them and how I miss those wonderful, carefree days I had as a young child.
Of course, I grew and moved on with life, but those dear people are part of me, who I am and what I believe. They remain with me and I can see and hear them in my mind and think how perfect that time in my life was.