Yesterday at the end of the day, I showed gratitude for a simply nice Sunday. With all the angst, fears, and uncertainties of the prior week, ending a Sunday in a nice way was a blessing. As I spent my time last night pondering the day, I found myself learning again some valuable life lessons.
Church service brought us one of my favorite medleys with those old Baptist songs, some my very favorites. There's "When the Roll is Called up Yonder", "What A Day That Will Be", and "Until Then". Granted "Until Then" is much less known by the younger or even middle aged as it is very old but the part in the medley makes me teary eyed every time and speaks to me strong. In the medley, the songs go from the last line of "What a day, glorious day that will be" (speaking of heaven) and goes directly to "But until then my heart will go on singing. Until then with joy I'll carry on....until the day mine eyes behold that city...until the day God calls me home." Teary-eyed. Every. Single. Time. Then The Pastor gave a really good time appropriate message to us to keep looking to Jesus for our help.
After lunch, The Girl texted and asked if they could come so The Grandbaby could ride her bike on our long cement driveway and of course I consented. Geez. Of course. Her little bike had some issues with the tires so while it was being repaired in our garage, I went to the cellar to get the vintage Big Wheel. It is 35 years old. The Girl loved it and I had tried it with The Grandbaby many times but her legs were too short. Not yesterday. Her legs were perfect. Oh my goodness! She loved it! A picture is worth a thousand words.
During this time, The Girl found her old scooter in the garage. This scooter gave her hours of joy when she was younger. Even though the tires were rotting, it gave her a pretty good time yesterday, too.
After the riding was done, The Grandbaby wanted to play frisbee. A simple game, but played at our house by an oversized frisbee. Hours and hours of fun we had with this frisbee in the spring and summer so time again with it was a treat.
We ended the outdoor games with Hide and Seek, another favorite of The Grandbaby. The best part of that game was her first hiding place. Take a look.
As I looked over the photographs (and you might tire of them but they help tell my story), I was reminded of the day when I was younger, playing in the yard. Games like these and Red Rover, Red Rover send Susie right over....and Ain't no boogie men out tonight....statues, tag, the list is endless. I wonder if the children of this generation will know the joy of these "vintage" simple games. They can, if we teach them.
One of my favorite television shows remains The Andy Griffith Show. The reruns are rerun often and I love them every single time. One thing I notice especially in this show is the ability of Andy, Aunt Bee, and Opie to calmly sit on the front porch with Andy strumming his guitar, Aunt Bee reading a book and fanning herself (no air conditioning in vintage), and Opie content with whatever he's sitting doing. Quite a novelty, as I consider my own life. If I sit and read a book, I'm asleep before the chapter ends. I think we find ourselves caught up in always "doing something". Vintage's simplicity teaches quiet relaxing just because. I would really like to find that again, wouldn't you? Maybe not on the front porch in the heat of summer with no air conditioning, but you get the idea.
Take a look at these photos. Note how much The Grandbaby is growing. But also see if you see another commonality. A commonality that, if you saw photos of the adults from my yard yesterday, would be in those photos, too. A commonality prompted by simplicity....the simplicity of vintage.
Do you see? Smiles. Joy. Contentment. I'll take that any day of the week!
Consider.....
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