Faded memories

With all the cold weather up North, I am enjoying the cooler weather here in Florida. I never spent a winter up North or really got to see snow in person. I have been up North in the fall when the weather would be some what cooler and the leaves had changed to brown and the colors on the leaves were starting to emerge. I was still at the stage of life where I was asking myself what I wanted to be in the future. I thought about being a teacher right after the show "The Bionic Woman" was playing on television. I was thinking astronaut when "Lost in Space" was playing on television. I never thought cowboy during the show "Bonanza." I remember the cooler walks on the hilly roads of Upland, Indiana. I remember walking near a middle school or Junior High, but I don't remember where it was. I remember the dirt roads around my Granddad's place in Buffalo, Indiana. The corn grew so tall, the air was so crispy, the blueberries were five times the size you see in the frozen section of the Publix today. I remember how squishy the earthworms were on my fingers when I would use them as bait on my fishing line. I remember catching the little sunfish for sport verses frying them up for dinner. I think we did cook the fish up a couple of times, but not that often. I remember at my Granddad's place the shower had plastic stall frame. This was the same way at my mom's Uncle Forrest Geyer's place in Logansport, Indiana. He was the great Uncle to Glendon (my sister) and I, but we still called him Uncle Forrest. He liked to be called Unk for short. The stories Uncle Forrest would tell about his home brewing and his buddy Shotgun were interesting to hear. Uncle Forrest was always so generous with giving mom and I a place to stay and food to eat with baths and washing machine. When Uncle Forrest got up he was kind of quiet and his eyes kind of buldged. His pants and shirt were soft looking. I did not have to touch his clothes to know his clothes were soft to the feel. He turned more talkative after drinking his coffee. He was generous with taking us places where we wanted to go . Uncle Forrest was a lifeline when we would come up to visit on the train and the train would drop mom and I in a neighboring town in the middle of the night. He didn't mind the time. He was there to take us back to his home which became our home while we stayed there. I wasn't established in the coffee market, so I drank drinks like Postum, Hot chocolate, malted milk, and eggnog. These are just a few memories that are a source of good feelings for me.