Hair a burnished red-gold, freckles marching haphazardly across his nose, he bends over my marble jar, holding first one orb and then another up to the light, studying the world within each sphere - air bubbles, curlicues, smatterings of color. His blue eyes crinkle with pleasure when he catches me watching him.
“Tell me about when you played with these, Grammy.”
So, I think back sixty years to that curly-headed tomboy I was at eight - the same age he is now. Not in my wildest dreams, when I was the quiet girl crouched at the edge of the chalk circle amidst boisterous boys, did I imagine that so many years later a little boy who is my future would ask me to tell him a story from my past.
small stone - Mindful Writing Challenge
warmed my heart. thank you, barb.
ReplyDeleteHope you're fairing better today Barb and are having fun with those little ones. Carol
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous moment. Takes me back as well. Marble and red seed days. The pictures are lovely too. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteDelighted to share your marbles and grandson's pleasure. I haven't thought of my long-gone marbles in many years. Nice memories. Hope the painful disorder is improving.
ReplyDeleteMarvelous colours - your photography is beautiful, Barb. Hope that you are feeling better today, - you have a great distraction with the grandchildren there...
ReplyDeleteOh to share our wonders with the grandchildren! Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteLovely words, Barb, Yes, little do we think about those early years and what may happen later in life, so well linked to our past. Hope the itch and rash has all gone by now. Greetings from Jean
ReplyDeleteNothing like marbles to bring back memories. I love your perspective on this with your grandson. I hope you're healing nicely and feeling better.
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteLove this. I lost all my marbles, figures that you still have yours. Used to be the marbles one had were treasures.
ReplyDeleteI love this post so much...for so many reasons.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a child, I collected marbles. I was so fascinated by the colours.
ReplyDeleteGreetings,
Filip
No, no, no. You are not losing your marbles, Barb, how could you have allowed that headline to sneak in like that? (Kind of like my "old" headline snuck in, so treacherous!) You have gained a marble for each Good Thing, for noticing the freckles, for writing so marvelously. I love mindful writing. It is the best. You'll be collecting marbles for a LONG time.
ReplyDeleteLife is a circle - and such a pleasure to share with other generations.
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