“GLAD DAYS LONG AGO” Excerpt

Looking back, our lives whiz by before we know what hit us.  We spend our first thirty years thinking about our future, the second thirty thinking about our past, and our last year’s wondering what the hell we were thinking.

During the golden days of youth I tended to envision time as a vast, unlimited resource. Time it seemed was an inexhaustible sea.  Now in the autumn of my life each hour is increasingly precious, and I thirst for each minute as it drips away from an alarmingly finite pool. 

The older I get, the more adamant I become in my belief that we should start out old and grow younger every year. On each successive anniversary of our birth, we could assemble all our friends and family for a truly heartfelt celebration, and joyously remove one candle from our cake. What could be better than spending our twilight years with the carefree hearts of children, when life seemed simple, summer was perennial, and childlike faith assured tomorrows joys?

GLAD DAYS LONG AGO

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

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SUNSETS

I remember Ferris wheels

And sharing cotton candy,

Walking barefoot hand in hand

Along a beach that’s sandy,

Afternoons on inner tubes

With sunshine on my shoulders,

And the smell of roasting hotdogs

As a stone lined campfire smolders.

I remember sleeping on air mattresses gone flat,

Ballgames in the meadow,

And the cracking of a bat;

Kool-Aid on the running board

Of Granddad’s little Ford,

And popcorn at the theater

With that gal that I adored.

I remember horseback rides

And summertime romances,

Chewing gum scented kisses,

And long, slow dances,

Moonlit walks with pretty girls

In soft gingham dresses,

Thoughtful talks on country roads,

And warm, moist caresses;

And I recall the dawning

Of an inescapable truth,

And reconciliation as the sun set on my youth.

Shannon Thomas Casebeer

                  

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HAPPY MEMORIES

Regardless of my frame of mind, winter never fails to bring on a bout of nostalgia. Winter almost always makes me melancholy. The crisp rattle of the falling leaves and the threat of months of winter, stir within me some primal instinct to brace myself against a bitter chill. Trapped in the house to avoid the cold, I warm myself with a cup of coffee and escape into my memories.  Next month, Lord willing, I’ll turn 67.  Suffice it to say, my memory is having issues. To protect my memories from the ravages of time, I’ve collected my happiest memories in a book. Those who’ve read my little book tell me I’ve preserved their memories too.  It’s amazing how many memories we have in common. If you’re looking for a happy diversion this winter, try refreshing your memories in “Glad Days Long Ago”, available currently as a paperback, and soon as a Kindle ebook. Treasure your memories, keep them fresh, and never take them for granted.  Even our memories can fade with the harsh glare of time.

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While I’m hesitant to continue posting happy little stories from our past, while there are presently people hurting, our best hope for the future is to revive our memories of happier times and mend our bonds of affection. SC

GRANDDAD’S TENT

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We did lots of camping when I was a kid. We camped in an old canvas tent. I remember the sound as it flapped in the wind. I remember its feel and its scent.  I remember the sound of warm rain on its roof and the comfort it offered each night. I recall how I felt looking out at the stars by the campfire’s flickering light, the feel of my pillow at the end of the day when my shoulders were pink from the sun, my grandmother’s kiss as she tucked us in bed after our prayers were done. First thing in the morning the fire was lit. Great Grandma brought graniteware dishes. There were golden brown hotcakes for breakfast of course, and for supper fried tatters and fishes. Each day we’d go swimming and play in the sand. My granddad would take us all hiking. Sis and I watched as he whittled a cane, and the stick horses more to our liking. We’d sit by the fire in the late afternoon. I’d sit in my grandmothers’ lap. Dad would go fishing. My momma would read, and Granddad enjoyed a good nap. Later on in the evening, when supper was done, there was coffee from a graniteware pot, delicious marshmallows we roasted on sticks, and dried figs that my great grandma brought. I remember the feel of hot sand on bare feet, and melon seeds stuck to my chin, the stories of camping trips long, long ago, and the way that my granddad would grin. How the decades fast have flown; how quickly reached, September. How bitter sweet the joys we’ve known. How precious to remember. How bright the wide and starry skies. How fleeting, lives long spent. How like the stars, my granddad’s eyes, and life ephemeral, much like Granddads’ tent.  

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I try to avoid posting photos of me in my underware, but I've made an exception in this case: A Truly Heartfelt Celebration

The older I get, the more adamant I become in my belief that we should start out old and grow younger every year. On each successive anniversary of our birth, we could assemble all our friends and family for a truly heartfelt celebration, and joyously remove one candle from our cake. What could be better than spending our twilight years with the carefree hearts of children, when life seemed simple, summer was perennial, and childlike faith assured tomorrows joys?

Photo: Placerville, California 1953

My new book “Glad Days Long Ago”

{About growing up in Placerville}

Is now available on Amazon

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