This post is in response to a writing prompt by Lorna at Gin & Lemonade. The prompt is “A Sepia Toned Fall Memory.” I let my mind wander while imagining a sepia-toned fall memory, and found myself thinking about my first day of school. Thanks for the memories, Lorna!
The Night Before the First Day of School
The year is 1954
it’s dark out, and it’s time for bed
the radio plays Autumn Leaves
by Papa’s favorite, Harry James
I’ve had my bath and brushed my teeth
my hair is washed, my nails are trimmed
my saddle shoes are clean and new
my raincoat’s hanging by the door
I’ve knelt beside my little bed
and said my prayers as I’ve been taught
and prayed the Lord my soul to keep
I’ve no idea what that means
I’ve had a bedtime story read
I’ve been tucked in and kissed goodnight
tomorrow I will go to school
but that’s another mystery
I listen to the crickets chirp
while in the living room below
my mother sews the buttons on
the dress that she has made for me
It’s brown plaid, with a pleated skirt
that’s long enough to last at least
‘til June if I don’t grow too fast
or she could just let out the hem
She’s placed a collar at the neck
its crisp white cotton edged with lace
like snowflakes on the autumn leaves
or frosting on my birthday cake
With every button that she adds,
with every stitch so straight and strong
she makes a wish that my first day
of school will be the perfect one
She smooths the wrinkles, ties the knots,
secures her hopes within the seams
prepares the fabric of my life
while upstairs, I am sound asleep.
The year is 1954.
My sister has not met me yet.
Perhaps I am still a secret to all,
Even the one who sits and sews
a first day dress for her first born girl.
Did I start to grow between one button
sewn and the next?
Did I dream of Autumn Leaves?
Was I in my sister’s secret prayers?
Could I sense the crickets chirp?
Was her bedtime story secretly shared
with me, the secret sister yet to be?
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I love thinking that you were there with me, Susan, sharing my bedtime story.
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Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”
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Nice Lori. This is good. Ray
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Thanks, Ray!
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This is BEAUTIFUL, Lori. And I also love Susan’s. PS. I miss crickets.
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Thanks, Lorna! Funny that the country that invented the game of cricket doesn’t have any crickets!
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Aw Lori! This is so lovely!
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Thanks, Ritu! And your 1% post was so inspiring!
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Aw thanks! That course has really got into my mind. I’m loving the thinking so much and feel like it has really affected me positively!!
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This is so sweet! Love it.
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Thanks for reading! I plan on reading all the other sepia themed memory posts, too … where does the time go?
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It is scary how fast time passes. Nice to meet your blog!
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So perfect. The act of handmaking allows us to infuse our creations with love, energy, hopes, wishes. This makes me smile warmly.
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… as did your comment! Thanks so much.
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I love childhood memories and how sometimes they surface unbidden a lovely post 🙂
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Thank you! Much appreciated. Yes, it’s so nice to think back on simpler times!
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