The Family of 50 Years
By John
The days seemed so much longer when we were all at home together. Stacked around the long table, elbowing for room, Snieing at each other. Crisp fried Chicken, gravy on bread, plenty to eat, but always a race for the last in the bowl. Sweet iced tea, hot apple pie, shared so carlessly when we were all at home together.
There were two families really, the five older, the three younger. But we were all home for a time, together. Each one had a place in the small house. It may have been cramped, but our places were secure. It was our home.
We wondered at times why the world was the way it was, so very different from the way we were taught it should be. But all together at home, we never wondered if we were loved, there was enough to go around.
Bad times, good times... our times. They ended so soon. Year by year the house grew emptier. With each passing it seemed that Mom cried alone, until it was your turn, then you cried with her.
Each one carries their own memories, but all agree that it was good to be a family, when we were all at home together such a very short time ago.
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