Today I have enjoyed visiting over at “The Young Family Place” at MyFamily.com.. I was thrilled with the family recipes that Aunt Margaret collected and posted. Reading the recipes triggered warm memories associated with family gatherings. Here is a poem that Grandmother cut from a magazine, and pasted inside the lid of her recipe box. The poem must have been special to her since she put it in a place that she would have seen often.
STRANGE THE THINGS YOU CAN’T FORGET
Strange the things you can’t forget–
The scent of grass new-mown, and earth rain-wet.
Little things, like autumn’s leaves
Drifting on still air in golden sheaves;
Lonely things, like twilight’s gloom
And the silence that hangs in an empty room.
Books lying open, ready to your hand,
And time spinning out its rationed sand.
Lamplight on silver; moonlight on the lawn;
The house when you’ve left it, forsaken, forlorn.
Sad things–like partings and greetings withheld,
And kindness forgotten or sweetness repelled. . . .
There’s so much that is new to remember, and yet
It’s strange the things you can’t forget.