Greetings on this wonderful morn, with the birds chirping in the trees, as the leaves flutter in the soft and gentle breeze!

Greetings on this wonderful morn, with the birds chirping in the trees, as the leaves flutter in the soft and gentle breeze!

What a wonder it is to be told that today is the day that daylight saving time begins! How in the world did we get along all those years without knowing that we would ever be told that it was daylight saving time?

Come with me and travel down a rural sandy road about six miles south of my hometown. Get your coffee and relax as you learn about my story of daylight saving time.

Around my country home, mother was always up before the crack of dawn. She didn’t even wait for the large Rhode Island Red rooster, “king of the yard,” to do his robust crowing, way before the sun peeped over the barn.

My mother wanted to make sure that everyone did their share of the rural home duties, before taking off up the road to catch the school bus. Often the lantern had to be filled with kerosene, so one could see how to get the hobbles on the old jersey milk cow.

Gee, if you didn’t get those hobbles on just right, she’d kick the daylight saving time right out of a person; and there went the big bucket of milk across the ground, soaked up by patches of alfalfa hay, not leaving any for the cats.

I was blessed by being the “baby” of the family, as I didn’t have to go out into the deep, dark shadows that lurked out by the smoke house, where Mama and Papa hung the large hams up to cure out.

It was my duty to make our bed, and make Mama and Papa’s big bed, with their feather filled mattress. Now, if you have never made up a bed with a “feather filled mattress,” then you don’t know what it is to get a spanking because it wasn’t smooth and leveled out!

I finally learned to shake that mattress up, take the broom handle and slide it over the sheets, so the mattress would be smooth, then straighten the white sheet that Mama had embroidered a large basket full of red roses, right in the center of the sheet.

Well, now go with me to the kitchen, while I got Mama’s beautiful glasses that she had gotten at the grocery story by buying Lipton’s tea. Gee, I really had to be careful when washing them, ‘cause they were so pretty, and Mama had finally gotten a complete set of six.

Well, we made that daily trek a mile up the road to catch the school bus, just as the sun was making scary shadows across the tree-lined, sandy path.

Now, off to the red brick school house, with the bus stopping along the way to pick-up the other children, living along the two-miles back to town.

All the labors of love at the old farm house were soon forgotten, as we saw our friends, running and playing jump-rope or jacks on the large banisters, that led up to our school house entry.

I guess I will leave you wondering if I had made a good grade on my spelling and reading test; but, come to think of it, I think I will tell you that I made one hundred on it! I worked hard for those good grades, and spelling always came easy for me.

In my closing thought, I wonder if a single person or some weary heart, is smiling, rejoicing as they recall their school days, as they ponder over my reminiscing of precious memories of by-gone days.

Ecclesiastes 9:5 – For the living know they shall die; but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.”