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TOP O' THE MORN: Late summer memories linger
Island air is filled with a sweet sadness as we savor the last days of summer.
Looking back at our growing up years, the three months of summer were filled with art lessons, building a pirates den in a meadow, swinging in Grandmas backyard, planting and keeping a garden, directing a neighborhood play, going on a Sunday school picnic. And then, a wonderful night at the carnival with our Dad who always won us a doll at the baseball throwing booth.
In spite of months of fun, the thought of school resuming and a new grade beginning filled much of August. Mother started sewing school clothes (if ones mother didnt sew, one went without) and decided how long summer slippers would last before high-top shoes were needed.
We saw old faces, made new friends, learned new things and ended each day stopping at Grandmas for a snack and a visit while she sat on the back porch wearing sunbonnet and smoking her little brown clay pipe.