I remember sun babbles dancing on the ground on the pine shats, all between the trees down by the water. Way back we used to have family picnics/reunions at maybe Shad or Milburn Landing in Pocomoke. I remember plenty of cold fried chicken set out on tables, and potato salads and rolls in baskets covered with tea towels. Iced tea in glass pitchers. I am nearly certain the utensils we used were not plastic either. We were right down by the Pocomoke River, I think. This was my first experience with a croquet set. Those real hard balls and the set of colored wooden mallets. You see them now at antique stores and estate sales, heavy as heck to carry. I remember playing at picnics. I was so excited whenever there was an event coming up or a dinner at Wrights for Gams birthday or anniversary celebrations.

Our dear sweet Gam, we had a few worn paths that led to her house, one that went sharply around the honeysuckle in the front yard, and another in our back yard. She listened to our fears when we told them to her. Dead snakes were taken to her for identity, anything that needed mending, advice about whatever was bothering and nearly any medical emergency we had. Plus she had the very best tasting water right from her tap. ♥