Hello all, I am feeling a little nostalgic and decided to post some ramblings about my family's home-town.  I visited during Hurricane Rita and unfortunately Rita followed to a degree. No heavy damage and the family was able to spend some quality time together.  I took the opportunity to visit some of our old stomping grounds and some of my late relatives haunting grounds.

This is the firepalce that stood in my grandparents bedroom.  Its weird because I could smell the wood burning like it did when I was 10 years old! (More than 20 years ago)

It would get very cold in the old house at night even though it was southern Mississippi. I am told that my grandfather (Paw Paw) built the 9 bedroom/1 bathroom house himself over a time. The house was wood and had a tin roof.  My grandfather died a few years ago during the Thanksgiving holiday and we buried my grandmother (Granny) on New Years Day of this year.  At any given time during the summer there would be nearly 20 grandchildren in the house who had to share that 1 bathroom.  These days that would be unheard of (and it should be! LOL) but we had quite a time at that old house.  Standing in line for the bathroom every morning with my cousins was actually a lot of fun.  We had to be quiet and look straight ahead (Paw Paw was in WWII) and be "ready" for our turn which needed to be as swift as possible as others needed to use the facilities.

The fireplace seems so small now but as a kid it seemed like it would swallow the whole house when it was lit.  The smell of pine chased us through the entire house.  I miss those hot summers, the foot-tubs filled with fried fish, the Stageplank cookies and being young, being with cousins who doubled as bestfriends, and swimming in an actual creek every single day, and oh the sound of rain on that tin roof.

I remember nature everywhere, raw and obliging all at once.  We saw snakes that never bit us, wasps, bees, yellow jackets and walking sticks (the insect) that went along their way, never giving us a second thought.  We let them be and they let us share their space peacefully and not so peacefully when we became to aggressive in our curiosity of them.  I miss this life as I type on my laptop at a WiFi cafe in "civilization".  I want both the "middle of nowhere" and freshly prepared sushi.  I think in the end I will give up the latter for the former, if I wake up and smell the noxious fumes.

Share a story from your past with me.

Goddess Bless