I got up this morning, looked out at my skating rink of a driveway, and realized I was Snow-bound, indeed! I pictured my Dad, with his socked feet on the radiator in his bedroom, reading the poem by John Greenleaf Whittier to me, "The sun, that brief December day, rose cheerless over hills of gray." That is all I remember of the poem without looking it up. But Daddy loved poetry and took pride in memorization. I liked the remembering of the past and "olden days" when ice storms were a reality and the world closed down without the help of Bob Reeves or even KFVS-television. You just read poetry and guessed what was happening out there and stoked the furnace with more coal. The larder was filled.
And presto, there was a ring of reality. My grandson, Bryan William Stacy, called me: "Mamaw, I am in the car driving to Wilmington and just wanted to leave a message that I miss you, hope you are okay and I love you." How blessed am I! He has learned the lesson of family ties and communication and he has made this grandmother proud! Remember the joys of the past, throw out the bad memories and keep the good but live in the present and face those problems up front because you have people who love you and know how to show it! I love you, Bryan Stacy!
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