Went to Prarieville, pronounced Pruvulle, well that's not exactly the way to say it, but I'd have to speak it to you for you to know...I took Moma, today, some old time folks were having a sale, in a barn. Moma didn't really recognize Prarieville, like she used too. It has for ever been a special memory place for Moma, stirring deep love, this land she was born on... and she made all of us kids and Daddy love it too, with her stories, along with our own memories, mingling together. Daddy wasn't born there, but you would have thought so. He spent much time there fox hunting and in the old home place, turned hunting shack~ doghouse...swapping stories, playing dominoes, and of course, listening for the dogs' bark. Mabank and Prarieville breathe, to us, like only places that hold memories for one can do. Places having names for their bottom lands and pastures, some still called by the names of people long gone.
This is Prarieville for my moma, her memory land...
We pulled up some Black Eyed Susans, by the roots, the ground being soft from recent rains, she is hoping to replant.
Replanting Memories
Lezlee
8 comments:
I love hearing your Momma's stories. So glad she has you take her on trips down Memory lane...
so sweet.
Pat
Your writings are beautiful! Enjoy every moment spent with your mom. Your pictures are beautiful too!
Laurie :)
Your stories about your Moma always warm my heart. I love that old wooden bucket and the enamelware. Hope your Moma is well. I've missed her not writing an article the past two weeks.
Making memories and rekindling them...what a nice time you both must have had. Beautiful photos Lezlee, and beautiful words. Later Tater, Vicki
Lovely writing, beautiful picture...you just keep out doing yourself with your blog.
This is such a sweet post, Lezlee! You conveyed such a strong feeling of home...lovely photos, too!
Okay, this one made me cry. And this is the best way I've found for explaining how to say it: Prayervulle. It still doesn't get across the need to stretch it out as long as possible to say it properly.
love those colors, and the rust!!
blessings sweet girl
barbara jean
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