Reminders of My Childhood

When I walked outside this morning, this scene took me back to my early teen years when I enjoyed reading Harold Bell Wright books.

1   I loved how he described the light coming through the trees in the Ozarks.

He described it so well that I could almost see it and feel it.

2After school Ian could hardly wait to show me the cow he drew today.

I used to love drawing when I was his age.

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4A noisy, rainy thunderstorm came through our area just before suppertime.

Sometimes I miss my dad during an evening thunderstorm.

He loved to sit on the porch during a summer rain – especially after the storm had passed.

5Afterward there was another “Harold Bell Wright moment” when the mist came up through the trees in the woodland and mountains behind us.