The word Home brings to mind different thoughts and images. Mother seems to be a common thread in the vast subject of home. From "mother kept us cleaned and fed" too "mother kept the home fires burning".
As we grow older thoughts of home seem to appear in our minds more often. I believe these random recollections come from a gained experience and a knowledge of the importance home played in our life. I know I never valued my Mountain Momma until I was grown.
Estelle Darrow Rice is a phenomenal poet, who often writes of home and by gone days. I'd like to share one of her poems about Home and Mother with you.
The Back Porch Steps
Lilies of the Valley, their tiny bells
as white and innocent
as a child's dream, grew
beside our back porch steps,
where in the evening Mother and I
watered her rose garden.
Sometimes we sang, but mostly we talked.
We planned to decorate my playhouse curtains
with rick-rack. We'd fill a window box
with pansies and petunias.
These were the things we talked about
When I was ten.
Now my dreams transport me
to that time when she and I
sat on the back porch steps.
I still hear her gentle voice,
and her laughter.
I remember the fragrance of roses
and I am certain I hear
the tinkling of tiny white bells.
By Estelle Darrow Rice
Chatter and Chitter are back for this week's Pickin' & Grinnin' In the Kitchen Spot with My Native Home, a traditional Carter Family song. Like most songs it can be interpreted in different ways. To me-I envision someone returning home for the first time in many years and remembering just what mother and home meant. Realizing how very alone they feel due to the loss of both.
Before you start the video, go to the radio and pause it by clicking the first "button" starting on the left under the title. You need to do this-so you can hear the video. If you have dreaded dial up service (like I do)-I would suggest you click the button to start the video and then go do something else until it loads. Once it has downloaded then you can start it back to the beginning and watch it through.
Hope you enjoyed the poem and the song. Are there lofty trees around your Native Home? Or maybe something else comes to mind. Please leave me a comment-I'd love to hear your thoughts on home.
p.s. Please visit Becky at Twisted Fence Post she is a fabulous writer-and she is having a fabulous giveaway! Go now! Also- You can find out more about Estell Darrow Rice at the North Carolina Writer's Network West Site.