Childhood Summer

I’m a small town girl raising a small town boy and you will never know how much that means to me.

I grew up in a big house on a corner block in a tiny farm town. Little Bit is growing up in a big house in the country near a tiny farm town on the opposite end of the state.

This week I was reminded of why I love where we live. Two days before the 4th of July parade, I asked Little Bit if he wanted to go to the parade. He told me he wanted to be in the parade.

What?!?!?

In??? Oh man… I started scrambling around  trying to figure out how I could pull that one off. I mean, the deadline for getting into the parade had already passed.

I got on Facebook and summoned my friends for help. Help came. Someone suggested calling the Chamber of Commerce, so I did.

When I explained our situation to a gal at the Chamber, I was met with nothing but kindness.  In fact, she told me she’d never turn down a 10 year old boy.

Talk about small town America at its best! I can’t even get words around her welcoming  gesture. She didn’t even know us!

At 9:45 am on July 4th, we got our place in line between a couple of floats. Little Bit made his parade debut riding his scooter next to other kiddos riding their bikes.

As we made our way through the streets towards our downtown square, I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic.

Families lined the streets to watch. It was pouring down rain but no one seemed to care. Kids were gathering candy. The high school band was marching and playing patriotic songs. Behind us was the Class of 1967.

Last October my husband took a job transfer and we were supposed to have moved by now.  And though I’m fine with moving, I’m really glad we’ve stayed put.

After all, the parade alone has given me some wonderful memories and I know one day I will look back and smile as I remember my boy’s 10th childhood summer. 

Blogging Friends

I appreciate all of my blogging friends so much! This morning I woke up to find that one of them nominated me for a fun blogging award. 

Thank you, Cobs, for including my blog among the 11 you chose! That’s so sweet of you. I love blog awards! What a fun way to get to know each other. 
Guidelines: 

  • Acknowledge the blog that nominated you and display the award.
  • Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you. 
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 blogs. 
  • Notify those blogs of the nomination. 
  • Give them 11 questions to answer. 

Cob’s questions:

  1. Is there one thing you’ve always wanted to do but still haven’t done it? Yes, publish a book. 
  2. What is your guilty pleasure? Dairy free coconut milk “ice cream” bars. 
  3. Who would be your dream dinner date? My husband. He works out of town 4 nights a week. 
  4. Do you have a favorite film? The Bridges of Madison County
  5. Do you have a favorite tv program? The Voice
  6. If you were given a badge that said ‘In Charge of the World but for only 60 seconds’ what law would you pass or what change would you make in that 60 seconds? I would make every single day “Be Kind Day.”
  7. You found an oriental looking, corked bottle on the beach. You uncork it and out pops a Genie. He/She grants you three wishes. Tell me your three wishes: 1. It would snow so I can learn to snowboard. 2. That our lake property would sell. 3. That I could cross the ocean and meet all my ocean-away friends. 
  8. What drew you into the blogging world? A hospital stay and being told I had some horrible disease- prompted me to stop waiting. 
  9. Which do you prefer, writing and posting blog posts or reading other people’s blog posts? It’s a tie! I love both. 
  10. You’re invited to a posh dinner this evening. What are you hoping will be served as your Starter? Crab legs 
  11. What is the one thing above any other, which you cannot eat, not even if someone offered you a thousand pounds/dollars just to eat a small piece  of it? Liver!! 

11 Random Facts about me… I love: 

  • Wildflowers
  • Iowa
  • That my great aunt is 98
  • Little Bit
  • Bubbles 
  • Our little blue plastic swimming pool
  • Vintage furniture
  • Summer
  • Rainbows
  • Country roads
  • My parents 

I nominate:

  1. Ladies Who Lunch Reviews
  2. Rabbit Patch Diary
  3. The Purple Almond
  4. Weird Guy With The Dog
  5. Cooking Without Limits
  6. Restless Jo
  7. The Wilden Marsh
  8. Vintage Cookbook Shelf
  9. Joshi Daniel
  10. The Apples in My Orchard
  11. One Creative Family
  12. I’m doing 12- ha! Farm Life Best Life

My questions :

    1. Light or dark chocolate?
    2. Sunrise or sunset?
    3. City streets or country roads? 
    4. Homemade casserole or 5 course meal? 
    5. A dozen roses or an armful of wildflowers? 
    6. Favorite color?
    7. Most loved season? 
    8. Cream pie or fruit pie? 
    9. Favorite song? 
    10. Swim in a creek or swim in a pool? 
    11. What’s one kind thing someone has done for you? 

      *** If you have an award free blog, feel free  to skip this or to comment here if you like. 

      Over Pies

      A few nights ago I heard lots of kid voices on the gravel road in front of our house which is  highly unusual.

      I mean, we hear our share of frogs croaking, birds singing, and coyotes howling, but there are hardly ever kids on this dead end country road.

      They came to the door with a flyer and said they were having an upcoming fish fry and pie auction at their church a few days later and were inviting people in the area to come.

      We set the flyer out so we wouldn’t forget, and yesterday we ventured a mile up the highway to their church called Friendship Church.

      We’d been there two or three times several years ago when we were trying on churches, so to speak, but it was so long ago that this was a new experience for us.

      I’ve got to be honest here, the “how are we going to walk into a room where we don’t see anybody familiar” butterflies were making some serious racket in my stomach.

      It’s kind of unnerving, you know? To walk into a place where everybody already knows everybody else. It does makes it pretty easy to pick out who is new.

      But, maybe that’s a good thing because we were greeted with lots of smiles and warm welcomes. In fact, one of the ladies even recognized us from the time we were there like 5 years ago.

      The kitchen was a buzz with meal preparations and after everyone was seated, chit chat filled the room.

      As weird as it sounds, in a room full of virtual strangers, I was almost transported back to when I was a kid at my grandma’s Iowa farmhouse.

      When we got together, the adults in our family used to sit at the kitchen table and tell stories that filled the whole house and meals with laughter.

      Last night I realized that it didn’t really matter if we knew anyone or not, just being there was enough.

      For the pie auction, Little Bit and the kids took turns carrying the desserts through the sanctuary to show each one to the potential bidders while the auctioneer was busy calling out the dollar amounts.

      While waiting in line for his turn, Little Bit spotted something on the table that he really, really wanted:

      A pie.

      Ok, this is a really, really huge thing! My boy has never even eaten pie! Like ever!

      So, with money in my back pocket, this momma set out to get him his first ever fruit-filled confection.

      Well… I lost by $5.

      After the last of the desserts sold, everyone was gathering their things and getting ready to head home.

      I was standing near the pulpit when a kind gentleman I’ve never met before approached me and offered his lovely raspberry masterpiece.

      What?? Me?? My response was “Let me give you some money for it,” which he refused to take.

      So, there I stood, dessert in hand and a lump in my throat. Then, a sweet gal I don’t even know came up to me with her arms outstretched.

      I about fell over when I looked down and saw her gift! It was the very pie that Little Bit had wanted so badly.

      Seriously? Who does that? Who is soooooooo kind that they buy something and hand it over to someone else? Someone they don’t even know?

      Evidently they do.

      Suddenly as I started to thank her, I felt the lump in my throat make its way to my tear ducts.

      With extreme gratitude about to  spill down my cheeks, the only words I could seem to muster were,

      “Who cries over pies?”