donforrester1947 posted: " We've had a houseful of company since Saturday. My son, oldest grandson, and granddaughter and her boyfriend have been in our home. They came to deer hunt on a ranch in Johnson City, and we've had the good fortune of sharing time and our home w" Carpe Diem
We've had a houseful of company since Saturday. My son, oldest grandson, and granddaughter and her boyfriend have been in our home. They came to deer hunt on a ranch in Johnson City, and we've had the good fortune of sharing time and our home with them. Craig had vacation time he needed to use before the end of the year. William, Jenny, and Marty (her boyfriend) are on Christmas break from college.
I can truthfully say that when they go home tomorrow, they will be leave our place better than they found it. The surround sound on the television and blue ray component on the cd disk upstairs are now operable. There is nothing like have high-tech college students in one's home. Otherwise the components would have remained in a box.
We have some CDs of Christmas music that we've not heard in three years because our sound system was in storage. Historically, I've not been a fan of Christmas music, but this Christmas my twin brother's homecoming following excavation of the crash site in Vietnam fifty-one years later and the identification of his remains, is cause for celebration. His plane went down in the Christmas bombing raids of 1972 over North Vietnam. We endured his loss at Christmas, we rejoice at his homecoming at Christmas, and because of Christmas we have eternal hope.
This morning, the sound of Tracy Lawrence's song, "Time Marches On" rolled around inside my head. I smiled with the line: "Brother runs in, feathers on his head." I could see my brothers and me playing cowboys and Indians. Wow! That was decades upon decades ago, but the memories from childhood remain.
Out of curiosity, I listened to "Time Marches On." I pushed back with the thought that: "The only thing that stays the same is everything changes." With certainty, folks involved change, but with the changes, memories of those who've gone before us continue to play themselves out in family traditions.
The General's mother was an exceptional cook, and she made the best cheese enchiladas that I've ever eaten. Last night my granddaughter made her Great Grandma's cheese enchiladas for dinner. The meal brought with it memories from long ago.
Family traditions keep memories alive, and the love and laughter that surrounded our dining table was reminiscent of family times long ago.
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