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Frogs In Ditches

Although we haven’t had any flooding in our area recently, we’ve had enough rain to have water standing in the ditches.

And I’ve noticed that sound the past few evenings…..that sound frogs make…coming from the ditches.

It’s a sound that takes me right back to summertime when I was a child.  Oddly enough, I was never afraid of frogs.  Spiders…now, that was a different story. But my nieces and nephews and I would catch those tiny little frogs that were found around the foundation of our house. We never kept them or harmed them; we’d “catch and release”.

There was a pond (when there was enough rainfall) beside my  childhood home. Judging by the sounds they made, the frogs in there were HUGE. They sang me to sleep “many a night”.  Once, when I was in elementary school, my friend, Carol,  spent the night.  She told me the next morning that she couldn’t sleep because it sounded to her like those frogs were saying “CA-ROL, CA-ROL, CA-ROL“.

The “pond” was to the right of my childhood home

Back to the frogs in the ditches…. I’m wondering: is that just a Southern thing?  Do you have frogs in ditches where you live? Does the sound make you think of summer time?

If you’ve wondered how frogs make the sounds they do, here’s a link I discovered while doing a little research for this post. It includes a couple of pretty amazing video clips.

They’ll cry out like little frogs in a ditch at sundown.”
~Tom Gautreaux

~These Days Of Mine~


The “Ache” For Home

For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week, I chose this prompt:

3. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned” ~ Maya Angelou.     Now write.

Although “home” has changed for me as the circumstances of my life have changed, the word seems to always bring back feelings of my childhood home.

Is it that way for everyone, I wonder?

And, because my dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were grown and married by the time I was four, my childhood memories of home mostly revolve around my mom.

My earliest memories of her are ones of safety….someone to hide behind when I was scared or shy….someone to run to when I was hurt….someone to cry to when a kitty died or just disappeared.

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Or when I was teased at school or on the bus. She didn’t have a solution, but she listened and cared… and hurt right along with me.

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Through the years, I always knew I could go to her with any questions or problems, and I’d never be criticized or ridiculed for not knowing the answer or thinking the way I did.

We made it through the typically rough teenage years and came out the other side even closer than before.

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My last day “at home”

And because of Mom’s example, I’ve always tried to be Marshall’s safe place.

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As for the Maya Angelou quote,  home was Mom, and that was indeed the safe place I could always go “as I was”.

~These Days Of Mine~

Mama’s Losin’ It

My Childhood Home

It’s been awhile since I participated in a Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, but there was a prompt this week that I thought might be fun.

3.) Draw, label, and share the layout of your childhood home.

So, here’s my very feeble attempt at the drawing. If Motor Man hadn’t been so busy this week, I would have asked for his help; he could have done a much better job.

But I think you get the idea.

It was a very simple house. Here’s a (recent) photo that I’ve shared before.

And, although Mama Kat’s prompt doesn’t instruct us to do so, I thought I’d share one memory from each room of the house.

I’ll begin with the front porch, where the most vivid memory would have to be swinging on the front porch that was to the left side. So many hours were spent on that porch when the weather allowed.   In this picture of Mama and me, you can see the porch and the swing in the background.

Indoors, Mom and I spent most of our time in the den. That’s where our little tv was and the more comfortable furniture. It wasn’t a den to us back then. We called it a sitting room. Our Christmas tree was always placed in front of the window in that room.

During the winter months, to conserve heat, the living room was closed off and not used at all. (Just a reminder: my dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were married by the time I was 4. So it was just Mama and me most of the time.) It was always nice when spring came, and we could open up the rooms that had gone unused during the winter.

The bedroom to the left was always Mom’s room. We closed off the bedroom to the right in the winter, too, and Mom and I slept in the same room. Every spring, I would decide that I would move into the other bedroom. But, when evening came, I always went back to sleep in the room with Mom. I was such a scaredy-cat.

The bedroom on the right was used mostly when my sister, nieces and/or nephews stayed the night.  That room was on the side of the house next to a pond, and in the summertime, the frogs would “sing” us to sleep.

Our kitchen was fairly small.  When I was a little girl, Mom had a wringer washer that she kept in a corner. She pulled it out in the center of the room on Mondays to do laundry. (No clothes dryer then: clothes were hung out on a clothesline.) When my sisters and their families would come for a meal, it was a very crowded room, but we managed.

Our bathroom was a former pantry, so it was very tiny, but served the purpose.

The back porch was where Mama would shell butterbeans, along with other similar chores, in the summer. It was also a good place for my nieces, nephews and I to play on rainy days.

When the memories of my childhood home come to mind, I think of the little saying: “Ours is just a little house, but God knows where we live.”.

Linking up to Mama Kat’s.

Mama’s Losin’ It