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Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years

Memories

What kind of memories flash through your mind if I  ask you about your childhood?… I think we all have some wonderful memories which we cherish in our minds or even some in our hearts. Sometimes we like to keep a diary of memories, that diary can either be a concrete book or a diary in our memory. If you were asked what was the best of your childhood years, what would that be?  Well, for me, it would be a very difficult question as I have such sweet memories of my childhood-years on the farm where I grew up. Apart from family gatherings, which I want to exclude in this post, I want to mention a couple which I really cherish since the day I left the farm and these are cemented in my memory. I’ve done a post about memories almost six or more months ago, but I know I haven’t mentioned this in particular. On the farm, we used to take the cattle…about every other month to a neighbouring farm where two other farmers also gathered with their cattle. The reason for this was to dip the cattle to  eradicate  external parasites and ticks. If you don’t know what I’m talking about..have a look at this image. You can see a ramp where the cow walks and then  slowly enters the water when reaching the end of the ramp…most of the time the center of gravity changes and they “fall” into the water –  which has got some chemicals in – and once in the water, they submerge and keep “swimming” or “splashing” to the other end. This was always great fun for us kids to watch… and best of all to watch…was the little calves… once they submerged and emerged again…the minute they “fall” in the water…we moved as close as possible to see them emerging again…we thought it was cute to see them in the water, swimming. The animals were used to it and they sort of “jump” themselves as if they knew what to do. Dipping-day was great fun…how I miss that! Secondly… I do miss walking in the veld where I used to collect all sorts of dry little twigs – not just any…the beautiful and special twigs …. and wild grass. At home I would then arrange these dry grass and dry twigs in a beautiful arrangement. I used to collect different dry grass and tried to find their scientific names…which was hard when I was a child as there wasn’t any Internet!  I wonder if farmers still dip their cattle today and if there are newer and more modern ways to do it with large herds of cattle.
Read HERE MORE about memory…short term memory….long term memory….
The movie from youtube is about memories…see if you can follow the line of this story…

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Enjoy this video by Elvis….one of my favourites! …and thanks to Dan for the link!


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 Have we got charity/love for God….for other people…? or are we the sounding brass or tinkling cymbal? We can have all these gifts, but if we don’t have love…we are nothing. Read the Virtual Bible HERE and you have the option of reading the King James version or the American Standard version… if you click on the image, you will have a larger view.

 

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This picture was taken today… the church can be seen from our house! Click on the image for a larger view. Enjoy the poem I’ve chosen to support the picture…

Sunset

When I was growing as a little kid
I dread for sunset to come
And darkness to fill the earth
I was so afraid of being alone
Lying on my small bed waiting for the sun to rise

O Lord I thank thee
For allowing me to see how beautiful the sunset is
Each day colours of the sunset is so different from yesterday
I marvel and is awed by your masterpiece

And throughout my journey
I’ve learned sunset in life is often rest and peace
Not something to be afraid of
But something to look forward to
A haven, a sanctuary

Now as I watched the flame of the sun
Slowly changing into grays
Intertwined in blazing but subdued red and orange
I can see the Lord’s arms spread across
A sunset telling me I am home

Rita Umali

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