|Yesteryears (standard:non fiction, 993 words)|
|Author: Sarah||Added: Apr 02 2001||Views/Reads: 2832/1185||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Serendipity. Life is full of it. If you know to look for it.|
YESTERYEARS The youngster raced down the steps of the two-story house. It's barn-style roof made it appear much larger than the homes on either side. Slinging his belted books over his shoulder, the young boy took the stairs two at a time, youthful energy bubbling from his small, wiry body. If you could have looked into his large, hazel eyes you would have seen a glimmer of mischief lurking behind his innocent smile. Half-way down the street, he stopped to adjust his knee-length socks which never stayed tucked inside his knickers when he ran. Wool tweed knickers, long black stockings held up by garters that always seemed to be too tight or too loose, black high-top, lace-up shoes, white shirts and bow ties were standard school attire for boys his age. Jack hated the baggy pants and itchy socks. At the corner, he turned right and ran the short side block to the school yard. The school and playground took up an entire city block with the front of the school facing the residential street Adelaide and the rear and playground backing up to State Fair, one of the busy city streets that bounded the State Fair Grounds. The large playground contained swings and slides in several locations. He had no time for play, however. The first bell was ringing as he entered the massive wooden doors on this side of his school, Grayling Elementary. He was seven years old and in the second grade. The year was 1919. * * * * * The little girl jumped down the steps of the small bungalow-style house she shared with her mother and father. Her large, expressive, hazel eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and her small slender body seemed charged with energy as she bounced her way down the steps, one at a time. Her long dark brown hair was parted on the side with a big red bow and curled in the Shirley Temple ringlets that were a popular style of the times. She was wearing a red, white, and blue gingham dress, smocked and gathered in the front, with white collar and cuffs, sewn on her mother's new sewing machine. Red tights and sensible brown Oxfords completed her apparel. The dress was one of many lovingly hand-made by her mother. At the bottom of the stairs, she began skipping and singing her way down the street. Reaching the corner, she turned right and ran the short side block to her school, Grayling Elementary. She was seven years old and in the second grade. The year was 1945. * * * * * Serendipity. Life is full of it. Take our little boy and girl, for instance. Each spent almost ten years of his/her childhood on the same street albeit twenty-five years intervened. So what? The little boy became the father of the little girl; that's so what. Of course a lot of things happened to the young boy known as little Jack Barnes between the years 1913 and 1945. By then he had married and fathered a child--the little girl--who he adored almost as much as he did her mother. And in 1945, he was about to become a proud father once again, this time of a son. His daughter certainly thought it was unusual that she and her parents lived just a few houses down from her father's childhood home. Unfortunately, she didn't learn this until she was grown and long gone from her childhood neighborhood. As a child living in this community, she had always been especially drawn to the two-story house a few doors down from her own. At the time, she thought it was because of it's barn-style roof. Anything that looked like a barn or smelled like a farm always drew her attention. That's because her mother's father had a farm in Tennessee and every summer they would spend a couple of weeks with him. She loved visiting Grandpa Evans on his farm. Although he sold the farm and moved to town when she was still a little girl, throughout her life, the smell of barns and horses and hay would always be to her the Click here to read the rest of this story (35 more lines)
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