The Good Old Days

 

Marleen, Kat Sinclair, and I drove back from a 4^th of July picnic on Whitwell Mountain with Ron and Liz Kuhns Saturday evening.  On the way home, I enjoyed the fireworks all around us.  Thousands of dollars went up in smoke, no doubt!  I am 76 years old, and when I was young, I asked my Granny Whitely (who was born in 1901) how she celebrated the 4^th of July when she was a little girl.  She said, “Well, we hoed corn all morning, like we did every other morning.  Then we went home and ate dinner (lunch).  Then we got out a little American flag that we had and waved it and said, ‘Hurrah for the 4^th of July!’ and then we went back to the field and hoed corn for the rest of the day until suppertime.”  Hard times but pleasant memories.  Memories of family, work, and country.  Psalm 77:11, "I will remember the works of the LORD: surely I will remember thy wonders of old."  Remember the good old days and thank the dear Lord for them.