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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Summer (the season) (07/09/09)
The memories of summers in the sixties breed smiles of hope in my heart. My parents would honk the car horn three times which meant drop what you and your friends are doing, return home, we are heading out! It was amazing how exciting it was to run through the woods that connected my friend Linda's house to mine, the path worn with wonder runs of the past. Awaiting us was "We are going to Grandma's wash up and let's go! It didn't take but ten minutes and we were on the road with windows rolled down and our hands were out the windows touching the weeds that were on the sides of the country roads to Grandma's. Upon arrival we would pass Grandpa's garden, and wave at him as we drove up the driveway to the forty acre farm everyone referred to as "Up Home"...Grandma was in her seventy's and devoted herself to cooking for her family that came over frequently. She would have a pitcher of kool aid on the table so cold from the ice cubes in it,that would allow us to draw faces on the pitcher. Also on the kitchen table would be a cooling rack with home made bread and rolls cooling off for our snack soon to come. The house smelled like fresh dill weed Grandma had bought to "put up pickles" which she canned from Granpa's garden. When it was time for Grandpa to join us, Grandma would stick her head out the door and almost yoodle very loudly "You Hoo" which prompted Grandpa to come in for a bite to eat. The little old house creaked with wear and smelled of antique furniture..it was a safety zone of acceptance and soft laughter. There were puzzles to play with indoors, but the outdoor fun with horses was the real attraction..Grandma saved rain water in barrels and she never knew we would sometimes play with frogs in her water. Transistor radios were the latest craze and we had them with little earphones in our ears as we laid on our beach towels covered in Coppertone suntan lotion listening to the Beatles or the Supremes as the summer sun sizzled our bodies tan. The sound of frogs and the smell of lilacs warmed the senses and all was right with the world at Grandma's. Summer was a refuge from confinement and cold, and gave us lightning bugs at night and lemonade in the afternoon, and a ticket for freedom and fun that will last a lifetime in my heart and mind. Thank you Lord for summer and you too Grandma and Grandpa.
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Mary McLeary
07/18/09
You took me with you to your Grandparent's home. What a lovely place. My only suggestion would be spaces between your paragraphs.
diana kay
07/18/09
I found it difficult to read as there was no spacing which made it seem like the author was telling the whole story in a rush without a breath!
I did persist and it was a good read.
Mildred Sheldon
07/18/09
I loved the story but please add paragraphs. It would make it easier to read but all in all the story was delightful.