I always looked forward to my week long summer visits with my grandparents, Clyde and Marie Walters, in Steele Town, Scott County Mississippi. It was a time that I stepped out of the life of a city girl and into the country with all the wonder and magic that their old farmhouse held. The days were filled with fun and laughter. There was never a dull moment at their house. I would spend time in the kitchen watching my grandmother make homemade donuts; I would pick daffodils in the yard so grandmother could make a bouquet for the kitchen table. I’d run to the chicken house and play withthe baby chicks. Sometimes I would spend hours digging in the old black trunk in the middle bedroom, putting on her high heel church meeting shoes or her long dresses. Then the tomboy would come out in me and I would put on my granddaddy’s old britches and slide down the red clay dirt hill out back. I loved playing with the puppies out by the smokehouse or climbing into the corn crib and playing in the old dry corn cobs.
As the sun set and dusk settled over their place, I would chase fireflies and put them in an old mason jar that I found in my grandmother’s kitchen. I would make a wish and put them by my bedside hoping they would still be fluttering around in the morning…. I didn’t get in the bed until I sat in their room in the rocking chair and watched my grandmother peel an apple for my bedtime snack. I sat in wonder as she peeled the whole apple without breaking the peel. We would say bed time prayers and I'd climb in the bed and drift off to sleep reminiscing the day that would soon start over again.
Those were the best times. I’m so glad that my grandparents took the time to have fun with me and show me life on the farm. I wouldn’t trade the memories for anything!