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http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/05/saturday-centus-hush-little-baby.html.This week's prompt is highlighted below.
Sunday Mornings Past
My dad wore gray Key work clothes and black engineer boots made by Red Wing everyday. But on Sunday he donned nice trousers with a slick sheen, topped by a white shirt with long sleeves rolled up his forearm, and a wide tie of vibrant color and bold pattern. He hated dress clothes, so right after Mass, he would change and head for the kitchen to make his one specialty, pancakes. The humming began, then singing to us as the griddle heated. Sunday mornings brought out a lovely lightness in him. “Hush little baby, don’t you cry.” I long to hear that voice again…..
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Sounds like a happy Sunday morning... perfect for a rainy, dreary day like it is here today.
Re. "catching up" - I have decided it's better just to try to jump back in and "keep up". Past is past - had its share of joys & adventure. Today is a new day. Somehow it helps me just to identify what needs to be done "today" and dive in and do it. The thought of "catching up" is just too overwhelming.
Kudos for taking the time to do a Centus!
This was lovely. You really painted a clear picture for me.
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A good description. I like it.
I can just visualize your father. You painted a great word picture of him that is clear. Nicely done!
Namaste..........cj
You are so blessed to have such wonderful memories.
What a sweet, nostalgiac piece. I'm right there in the kitchen, smelling the pancakes.
Thank you.
This reflecting only gets richer and stronger as the years go by. Very generous of you to share it.
Wow. This is beautifully visual and so touching. You summed up so much with just a few little details.
Excellent slice of the everyday moments that make us want more and how bittersweet...lovely memories !
This touched me deeply...I miss my Daddy too !
Claudia, I hear you on the behinder issue. And since I am so behind, I am reading the SC links for a treat for myself on this bright and breezy Arizona fternoon.
I felt the memories in this amazing visualization. The poignancy of the words resonated with me even more with the clean quality of the writing.
Beautiful.
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