In our corner of the world, in winter,
the nights are very long.
You would think that I'd find it
aggravating; having so few hours of sunlight during our 'waking' part
of the day.
For a period of time, the street lights
are coming on when the school children are just getting home.
And don't shut off until they are
safely back in class the next morning.
One does everything in the dark.
Early morning walks.
Paper routes.
Extra curricular activities.
Chores.
But I love it.
For a few months, Life seems to slow
down.
Family comes home earlier.
And stays longer.
But I have one memory that makes the
darkness . . . special.
Let me tell you about it . . .
On the ranch, meals were served like
clockwork.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner appeared
with amazing regularity.
And an equal amount of delicious-ness.
During winter, at least two of those
meals were prepared and served with stars in the sky.
With the modern conveniences of
electricity, this was not a handicap.
Mom worked with every imaginable
electronic gadget.
In a brilliantly lit kitchen.
As the rest of the house darkened with
the fading sunlight, the kitchen remained a beacon.
It called to all of us.
As suppertime neared, I would shut off
the lamp in my bedroom and, without stopping to turn on any more
lights, walk quickly along the dark hallway.
And that's the part I remember most
clearly.
Seeing the light flooding out of every
doorway leading into the kitchen.
Moving from the dark into a world of
light, fragrance, warmth.
And family.
Mom orchestrating and/or supervising
numerous pots and kettles and children.
The rest of the kids already seated.
An evening of great food and wonderful
company ahead of me.
Mom is gone, now.
My siblings scattered throughout North
America.
But whenever I come from a darkened
hallway into a lighted kitchen, I feel that same anticipation.
That same joy I first felt over fifty
years ago.
And that time and life experiences cannot fade.
Stepping from darkness into light.
The light that is family.
A lovely memory to hold.
ReplyDeleteYou have such awesome memories, although I don't love the cold, I do love that we spend more time inside together:)
ReplyDeleteThis was such a beautiful post. It brought back some memories for me of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice post, Diane.
ReplyDeleteNights were so muh darker then....now we live in a city and the house never feels truly dark any more. I remember the light spilling out of the windows onto the snow. Thanks for the memories.
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