The Blue Moon
Cover Page
What is Christmas
Reflections
Memories
Christmas Pageants
Legacy of Love
Home for Christmas
Message in a Bottle
Smells of Summer
Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus
Blue Jay
A Bowl of Christmas
Project Hope Walk
Funerals
Legacy of Love
Memories
What makes us open the box of memories that we have carefully stored away?
We never quite understand the heart and what triggers certain memories, good or bad.
Today my memories go back in time to a man that was the epitome of what God intends for men to be.
Protector, bread winner, our knight in shining armor.
It is with great sadness that I have to draw on these memories.
The man is no longer here, he has left this world, and left each one of us with the memories he alone has created.
My memories of my Uncle Martin were of a child who looked up to a man that was a hero to her.
He was always in the midst of his family,laughing , playing or working. It seemed that all he did was done with little effort. He enjoyed it all.
Those times were always spent in the midst of family or relatives. It was a time of unforgettable moments that I myself drew upon as an adult.
My family and I lived in a small rural town, called Rodney.
In the earlier years our entire family started out as share growers on tobacco farms.
Our parents worked hard but it never seemed a hardship to them. We all had one another.
Our way of life was simple yet so full of laughter and happiness it was not one we ever thought of changing.
Every Sunday was a day spent visiting relatives, or relatives coming to visit.
My father and mother packed us up in the car, and we drove to Chatham.
Our father bought a package of Juicy Fruit gum as a treat and we never noticed that the road trip was anything but a great adventure .
These were the days of no seat belts. We either hung out the window of our family Volksie...or stuck our heads in the middle of the front seats to count the oncoming cars that passed us.
We loved playing road trip games, count the punch bugs, windmills , and cow farms .
We were never bored .
We never thought that our life was anything but perfect.
Once in Chatham as we got closer and closer we could almost smell the Kentucky fried chicken .
This was one of my fondest memories.
It was something I could count on. Kentucky fried chicken , and my aunts' famous home baked, lemon meringue pie.
Life was blissful. There was nothing we needed or wanted.
We made that pilgrimage to Chatham often when we were young.
Once we had our own families it was harder to visit one another.
The memories have never left me. To this day whenever I eat Kentucky fried chicken and lemon meringue pie, I go back to the kitchen where I can still see my Uncle Martin passing the bucket.
Uncle Martin embodied all that was good in men.
I will remember those times that I looked up and saw a towering giant looking down at me...and how I felt knowing that there was nothing to fear.
I will miss him .
It was a comfort knowing he was in this world . It will leave a huge empty space where this towering giant once stood.
Uncle Martin left a legacy of Love behind in his children, his grandchildren, and all of the nieces and nephews he embraced as one of his own.
He was a good son, a good brother, a good husband, father, grandfather and friend.
I embrace his life, and am thankful he was part of mine.
Irene Motz@The Blue Moon
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