The first official day of fall was Sunday. I have mentioned before fall is my favorite time of year. As I get older, and get along with the sun and heat less and less, autumn has become even more my favorite season.
Winter can be too cold, spring can be too windy and unpredictable and summer is usually too hot and filled with mosquitoes. Fall is left to be my favorite.
As we go through life our favorite things or favorite times can change. When I was growing up, summer was my favorite. I loved the lazy days of summer and being out of school. If I could get to the swimming pool or the lake, I was a happy person.
I did have to chop cotton but it was not too bad. Those were the days when I liked the warmer weather and I was making money. I think the minimum wage was about $1 or $1.15 a hour but cotton chopping did not pay that well. I made $5 a day – $25 a week. My grandmother was always out there pushing us on. She loved to chop cotton and the summer I was 16 I left the cotton fields and got a job working through a youth program like today's Workforce. I worked at the school and I have been working ever since.
When my children were young and when my grandchildren were young, Christmas was my favorite time of year. I loved shopping for their gifts, taking them to see Santa and watching them as they opened their gifts.
I am still an avid “Black Friday” bargain hunter, but it is not the same as it once was when we were searching for the most wanted toys of the year.
Spring would be my next to favorite season because it does bring the end to short days and cold weather. I love seeing the farmers and tractors in the fields in the spring when the crops are being planted. It reminds me of growing up in the country. Again, we change with time. When I was growing up in the rural area, I wanted to live in town with neighbors, pavement to ride my bicycle, and be close to the theaters, the park and the pool. I thought it would be great to walk to school instead of catching the bus every day.
Last week I had the opportunity to drive the gravel road past the area where my family lived the last years I was at home. It was near my grandparent's home place. My parents moved to Blytheville and my husband and I moved into the house and lived there for several years before we moved to town. As I looked around the countryside it made me a little sad because I had to stop the car and try to imagine where our house once sat. The houses and sheds are gone, the trees are gone, even the driveways are all gone. The land has been sold and it was like we were never there.
As I was sitting there looking around, I understood the true meaning of nostalgia. We can't live in the past but it is good to remember where we came from.
I mentioned last week I had attended my 50th class reunion and and it was so great to see my friends from high school.
The seasons do come and go and one day the Class of 1968 looked up and 50x4 seasons had passed since we were a bunch of 18 year old “adults” going out to change the world. The reunion was fun catching up and seeing classmates. The MHS memories came back as we all gathered. We have plans to have another reunion in five years. I hope the same 21 classmates will be there along with more.
Back to fall, I hope we have a great season, the farmers all have bumper crops and I get to take a road trip to see the fall foliage.