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From: Listen With Mother Stories
Lily Pads
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See all that yellow out in the water? That is lily pads between Goose Island and our place. Because the water is more shallow this summer, the vegetation has flourished. And so have the frogs.
Wow, what a lot of lily pads! I love to go to sleep to the sound of the frogs in our ponds, and I imagine that the frog orchestra at your place must be fantastic.
My Uncle Morrice Dean - we always say the Dean - was 10 years old when mama and daddy married. He was 11 when I was born and still young enough to get a kick out of pushing a giggling toddler around and around the house in a plain ole' cardboard box. Mama was only 16 when she married and left Oklahoma City and made her home with my daddy in Arkansas. Although she was welcomed by her new family, she was frequently homesick and would send for her baby brother to stay a few weeks with her. Clockwise from the top: Tallest is My Uncle Bob, My Grandpa, My Uncle Toby, My Mama Virginia, My Uncle Morrice Dean, My Grandma, My Uncle Ted. Morrice Dean was pretty much informally adopted by daddy's family and was a frequent visitor at the Middleton family home. He and Uncle Paul became great friends. He is most remembered by his always present glasses, wide smile, and free and easy disposition. Mama, Morrice and Paul (Paul says Mama's knees in his back really hurt) With
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
I bet the frogs sound great. At our old house we had a pond and the frogs were so loud! That is so neat you have all those lilly pads!
ReplyDeleteWow, what a lot of lily pads! I love to go to sleep to the sound of the frogs in our ponds, and I imagine that the frog orchestra at your place must be fantastic.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to have all those lily pads. I would love to hear your frogs!!!
ReplyDeletei like lily pads - not if they choke out open water, though. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a treat!
ReplyDeleteHope that this is a great week for you !!
Smiles :)
Kerin
There are lily pads in the slough we cross going to the hay field. I always think of The Wind in the Willows when we cross.
ReplyDeleteSo neat!
ReplyDeleteI am thankful today for ants! :-) (Even though they bite me every time I water the garden....but I can SEE them! :-) )
What a spectacular scene to enjoy. We have the world famous Lily Ponds near here & it is an awesome sight when in bloom.
ReplyDeleteHave a sparkling 4th ~
TTFN ~
Hugs,
Marydon
We don't have any pads in our pond, but the frogs are quite active (and so are the turtles)!
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