remember when

The post about going on a Sunday drive has conjured up a lot of nostalgic thoughts and stories.

My friend Dee wrote in about their family's Sunday drives.

We would go for a drive and stop for a Mugs Up Root Beer or an ice cream cone which we then ate in the car.  Our family car was a very cool blue and white 56 Impala.  We would sit there and watch the people go in and out of the store and our mother would make up stories about what they were there for . We listened carefully and sometimes laughed at what our mother came up with - nothing mean just funny. Simpler times.

Her story reminded me of our Memorial Days when the kids were young.  Leaving the house about 10 am, we would drive North on Sterling, turn left and drive through the Englewood district, left on 23rd Street and then enter the gate of Mt. Washington Cemetery.  After we visited the grave of my mom, and later my mom and dad, we would go out the north gate and hit the Dairy Queen on 24 highway.  What a treat to have the whole family together, driving along, eating ice cream.  It was the best of times.

Remember when?  Remember when...

And so I think of what we are doing now... picking up Applebees to go, delivering groceries, having church on line.  Some day we will say... remember when...

Although it is great to think back, don't wish today away reminiscing on the past.  Today is good too.  Today is great.

It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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