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Thinking Out Loud

Faye Harris

Daytime was approaching and morning glories that vine to the ceiling of our large front porch were being visited by the humming birds that always arrived to flit, then sit, among their flowers.  With the birds freedom to wander (mine being largely taken from me by our current pandemic) I sat with my morning coffee reminiscing about a similar picture from my early childhood.

It took place at my grandparent’s home and we children would arrive for an early week end outing to the long chicken coop my grandfather had converted into a home for his large family.  It was the early 40’s and the family had moved north to help with factory work.  Every able bodied man had been shipped off to war.

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Grandma had planted holly hocks around the ‘house’ and there was a long arbor where morning glories saw numerous humming birds doing just what their later generations would do on my porch today.

I remember how we children would look out the night time window as the moon cast its light on all the wonder that our child’s mind could take in.  My mind would replay the laughing we children did as we chased one another around the garden that was ringed with tall corn and bushy pumpkins...and on to the fruit trees that fenced everything in.

It was at this time my noisy visitors began to flit from one end of the porch to the other, past my head where I sat on the porch swing.  I was alerted suddenly to the empty bird feeders that hung among the vines.  My visitors were hungry.

This action caused me to realize how fortunate I am to be able to revisit the carefree time of my childhood, a time when my dad knew how to fix everything causing us children to always feel safe. It also caused me to realize that just as the railroad cars brought our soldiers home after the war was won...this pandemic will one day be taken from us and things will return to ‘normal.’

What will tomorrow’s youngsters remember of this current time...a time when even the strongest parents had to wear masks...a time when even the best doctors had to admit they didn’t know how to cure this illness?

And these children’s children...what will they think when they read about COVID 19 in their current history books?  Will they even consider their own parents or grandparents could have been among the hundreds of thousands who died during that time...resulting in their not even living today to create memories such as I have?  A time when the people of the globe fought a war that was more deadly than any other war ever fought...and one in which everyone of the earth was a soldier in the fight. 

Will they be able to tell their children nothing like that could ever happen in this day and age...and be certain of the reliability of their assertion...OR, like today will they be caught as unaware as we were?  One can only pray that in the future...there will never be another war of any kind.  One can only pray.