Just Once More

Just one more time, I’d like to hear my Granddad singing “Salvation Has Been Brought Down”.

Just once more, I’d like to walk into that house in Yucca Heights and smell Grandma’s roast cooking along with baked apples.

I would like to step up on the porch of Nana’s house, and see her sitting on that blue velvet piano bench playing “The Last Time I Saw Paris”.

I would like to see my Granddad shaking an excessive amount of pepper on his scrambled eggs and gravy.

If only I could, I would like to see my Great Granny smile that smile, and hear her exclaim, “For the love of Peter and Paul!”

On this day, may you be blessed with precious memories.  And may you seize every opportunity to create them!

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7 Responses to “Just Once More”

  1. Pam says:

    Sweet memories! “For the love of Peter and Paul”…now I know where you get your sayings from! “They beat the hound out of each other….” etc. 🙂 I thank God, literally thank Him, for precious memories! Thank you for sharing yours!

  2. Sandy says:

    Oh yes… my Great Granny Calton had a little saying attached to everything!

    Yes! Thank You God… for precious memories!

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    The things we remember! My Godly Mamaw sitting in her chair dipping her snuff with a little twig off of one of her trees. My Grandpa swatting Doris and I on on our bottoms with his flyswatter as we would crawl past his chair (we were probably 3 and 4 years old). There are many other memories, but these were the first after reading your blog. Thanks, Sandy.

  4. Sharon says:

    My memories are your memories, may we never forget what wonderful people we belong to, including the one who created us all.

  5. Jane Calton Welch says:

    Great picture! You’re both “cute as a bug”.

  6. Lawanda Calton says:

    Beautiful photo. Beautiful thoughts!

  7. Cheryl says:

    Wow, my brain suddenly filled with memories of my own grandparents AND my parents. Then, for some reason, it popped into my head to think about how many things there are that when we do it for the last time we don’t REALIZE that it will be the last time. And then the first thing I thought of was not knowing it would be the last time when it was, as I tucked Brie in (she used to yell from her bed until she was rather old….Mom, come tuck me in!) or the last time I sang and rocked her to sleep in my lap. Reminds me to cherish every moment and act like each special thing I do will be the last time that I do it. Might cut down quite a bit on the grumbling…I remember doing quite a bit of that when I had to stop what I was doing to go tuck in a child who was “surely old enough to do it for herself”!!:) Thanks, Sandy.

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