I was reminded of something I wrote a few years ago ... hearing the large vehicle off in the distance during a rain reminded me ...
Here it is again from 8-7-2010:
This morning I awoke with many fond memories from my childhood. Waking up to the sound of rain on the pflastersteine, cars passing outside the window, parking meters being emptied by the one-armed man whose name was Willi, the church chiming on the quarter hour, the garbage truck making frequent stops emptying the garbage tonne lined along the street, people gathering to have their morning group talks at the kiosk across the street in the parking square between my grandmother's house and the church. My grandmother tells me to stay in bed until she lights the stove, she'll get me the Bild Zeitung and Haribo Gummi Baerschen from the Kiosk, so I can read while she goes up to Staerk to get Broetschen for Frueschtueck. I hear her grinding the coffee beans, while I'm snuggled deep under a huge, thick, heavy, feather deckbett, so heavy that once you lay under it, there's no moving the entire night, cause you're locked down in place by it. The smell of the coffee, ahhhhhhhh, love that smell of good beans, cause it takes me back to when I was a kid .... then the smell of the oil as she lights the stove to warm the kitchen. The church chimes again, miss that sound so much, Alzey has the most beautiful sounding church. I have my great aunt Kaet'l's console clock, which chimes on the quarter hour .... just love that sound .... and am grateful to have that piece which reminds me of my childhood all day long every day .... so by now Mutti has brought fresh Broetschen and some Kaffeestueckschen for Fruehschtueck, and I am allowed to get up since I've finished reading the Bild Zeitung. There's nothing that compares with fresh Broetschen, with unsalted european butter, homemade quince jam that had been sitting in Tante Kaet'l's Wandschrank for so many years that a sugar crust had built up on the top of the jam .... OMG .... it's just the best .... ever! These are the things that I miss from Alzey in Germany .... and although I have no idea why, I am grateful that these lovely memories surfaced at this exact moment ...
Playing on the street with Ulla et al, dodge ball, catch, hide & seek, one of us shouting "AUTO!!!" and we'd all scatter to each side of the road and jump to the curb, to resume our play as soon as the car would pass .... packing lunches, and a little money, to spend the day at the Schwimmbad, god knows how I loved the Wartberg Schwimmbad. There was always a group of us who lugged our bags uphill to the pool. Ulla and I were recently reminiscing about how the knackwuerstschen tasted ... ahhhhh and when we finished that, we dipped the mischbrot into the senf ... there's nothing better than German mustard, Gulden is a close second .... then we would dip fresh pretzels into the mustard until it was all dipped dry. Ahhhhhhh that was one of the highlights of our pool visit, every day, all summer ....
Maybe because I am re-connecting with so many lovely friends from my childhood in Germany, then when we moved to Avon Park in Florida in 1977, and I have all those wonderful people to count as my friends ...
maybe it's because I answered yes to manifesting that I am on a reunion cruise with the Avon Park friends next summer for our 30th class reunion??? Maybe it's because the reunion is coming up next year, and I'm remembering details about where we were stationed, when we moved, how that felt, feelings that I've had to stuff down because as a teenager, I didn't know how to deal with them.
Yes ... I am so blessed to have experienced all that I have, the wonderful people that have been in my life, as far back as I can remember, the school in Sacramento where I went until halfway thru the second grade .... I remember, OH I REMEMBER, riding our bikes to the pool first thing in the morning, there's nothing like the look of a blue pool, just like the one at Alison's house, so blue, so perfect, so remembering how it was taking swimming lessons and bringing those memories back to the forefront .... I would so love to be able to find safety in wearing a swimsuit again .... and being in a pool that is still blue and untouched by a multitude of splashing kids .... yes, that's what I wish .... I recently saw a picture in a magazine of a beautiful women doing just that ... maybe that's what triggered this wish to surface from deep within ... as I had no knowing that this was there, patiently awaiting its turn to the surface.
Maybe it's when we moved from Avon Park FL to Orcas Island WA in the summer of 10th grade .... wearing my brown suede cowboy hat and red Avon Park FL school windbreaker, all the time, all day long, it was cold here compared to Avon Park .... yes I lived in that beloved jacket and cowboy hat .... and I was always cold. New friends, some poking fun at our 'accent' ... I didn't have an accent!!! Yes, Jerome did poke fun at me about it :-) ...we did have fun didn't we Alison? ... and the friends that I made here along the way .... you beautiful people that are also here on fb with me .... Yessssss, I remember all the wonderful memories from my childhood, the sounds, the scents, the feelings, OHHHH the feelings .... some are just awkward, some are heart warming ... No, most of them are heartwarming ... my heart sings just now ....
Maybe it's just because I awoke and it's misty out and my subconscious wanted me to remember what I loved about the sound of rain, when cars would drive by, their tires making a uniquely wet sound on the pflastersteine, and 'one armed' Willi emptying the coins from parking meters outside my grandmother's window.
Here it is again from 8-7-2010:
This morning I awoke with many fond memories from my childhood. Waking up to the sound of rain on the pflastersteine, cars passing outside the window, parking meters being emptied by the one-armed man whose name was Willi, the church chiming on the quarter hour, the garbage truck making frequent stops emptying the garbage tonne lined along the street, people gathering to have their morning group talks at the kiosk across the street in the parking square between my grandmother's house and the church. My grandmother tells me to stay in bed until she lights the stove, she'll get me the Bild Zeitung and Haribo Gummi Baerschen from the Kiosk, so I can read while she goes up to Staerk to get Broetschen for Frueschtueck. I hear her grinding the coffee beans, while I'm snuggled deep under a huge, thick, heavy, feather deckbett, so heavy that once you lay under it, there's no moving the entire night, cause you're locked down in place by it. The smell of the coffee, ahhhhhhhh, love that smell of good beans, cause it takes me back to when I was a kid .... then the smell of the oil as she lights the stove to warm the kitchen. The church chimes again, miss that sound so much, Alzey has the most beautiful sounding church. I have my great aunt Kaet'l's console clock, which chimes on the quarter hour .... just love that sound .... and am grateful to have that piece which reminds me of my childhood all day long every day .... so by now Mutti has brought fresh Broetschen and some Kaffeestueckschen for Fruehschtueck, and I am allowed to get up since I've finished reading the Bild Zeitung. There's nothing that compares with fresh Broetschen, with unsalted european butter, homemade quince jam that had been sitting in Tante Kaet'l's Wandschrank for so many years that a sugar crust had built up on the top of the jam .... OMG .... it's just the best .... ever! These are the things that I miss from Alzey in Germany .... and although I have no idea why, I am grateful that these lovely memories surfaced at this exact moment ...
Playing on the street with Ulla et al, dodge ball, catch, hide & seek, one of us shouting "AUTO!!!" and we'd all scatter to each side of the road and jump to the curb, to resume our play as soon as the car would pass .... packing lunches, and a little money, to spend the day at the Schwimmbad, god knows how I loved the Wartberg Schwimmbad. There was always a group of us who lugged our bags uphill to the pool. Ulla and I were recently reminiscing about how the knackwuerstschen tasted ... ahhhhh and when we finished that, we dipped the mischbrot into the senf ... there's nothing better than German mustard, Gulden is a close second .... then we would dip fresh pretzels into the mustard until it was all dipped dry. Ahhhhhhh that was one of the highlights of our pool visit, every day, all summer ....
Maybe because I am re-connecting with so many lovely friends from my childhood in Germany, then when we moved to Avon Park in Florida in 1977, and I have all those wonderful people to count as my friends ...
maybe it's because I answered yes to manifesting that I am on a reunion cruise with the Avon Park friends next summer for our 30th class reunion??? Maybe it's because the reunion is coming up next year, and I'm remembering details about where we were stationed, when we moved, how that felt, feelings that I've had to stuff down because as a teenager, I didn't know how to deal with them.
Yes ... I am so blessed to have experienced all that I have, the wonderful people that have been in my life, as far back as I can remember, the school in Sacramento where I went until halfway thru the second grade .... I remember, OH I REMEMBER, riding our bikes to the pool first thing in the morning, there's nothing like the look of a blue pool, just like the one at Alison's house, so blue, so perfect, so remembering how it was taking swimming lessons and bringing those memories back to the forefront .... I would so love to be able to find safety in wearing a swimsuit again .... and being in a pool that is still blue and untouched by a multitude of splashing kids .... yes, that's what I wish .... I recently saw a picture in a magazine of a beautiful women doing just that ... maybe that's what triggered this wish to surface from deep within ... as I had no knowing that this was there, patiently awaiting its turn to the surface.
Maybe it's when we moved from Avon Park FL to Orcas Island WA in the summer of 10th grade .... wearing my brown suede cowboy hat and red Avon Park FL school windbreaker, all the time, all day long, it was cold here compared to Avon Park .... yes I lived in that beloved jacket and cowboy hat .... and I was always cold. New friends, some poking fun at our 'accent' ... I didn't have an accent!!! Yes, Jerome did poke fun at me about it :-) ...we did have fun didn't we Alison? ... and the friends that I made here along the way .... you beautiful people that are also here on fb with me .... Yessssss, I remember all the wonderful memories from my childhood, the sounds, the scents, the feelings, OHHHH the feelings .... some are just awkward, some are heart warming ... No, most of them are heartwarming ... my heart sings just now ....
Maybe it's just because I awoke and it's misty out and my subconscious wanted me to remember what I loved about the sound of rain, when cars would drive by, their tires making a uniquely wet sound on the pflastersteine, and 'one armed' Willi emptying the coins from parking meters outside my grandmother's window.
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