“Steeples”-in-the-distance…
My
"little"-world consisted of our home-town boasting
a population of
2,500-citizens, 6-miles away sat my
great-grandparents' farm
where I spent the 2nd-greatest
amount of time next to
"home" and, of special-interest,
my beloved-Fox Lake consisting
of three ponds. Special!
For a "kid"
with an un-limited imagination, these several-
venues provided myriad
adventure-opportunities. Wonderful!
Each "scene"
brought eternal-wonder, curiosity and discovery.
The events-of-each-day
proved important in my development.
I learned to hunt and
fish at the farm and Fox Lake. Ah! Yeah!
My present-day mantra
which rules my life and Love developed
during those
necessary formative-years. Faith! Family! Freedom!
So many adventures---exploring....learning.
A---making...of...Me!
One of the special memories
(all of them "special") is the "steeple".
From the south-end of the
barn-loft at the "farm", a place where I
played
"cowboy", caught pigeons for my "pen" at home, in-town,
I could open the
wooden-window to view the steeple 3-miles away.
I delighted in
"spying" from that window which overlooked 3-ponds,
the cattle-pasture dotted
with cows, the horse-lot, hog-pen, fields.
Billy & Tommy were the farm's work horses. Ride-'em-cowboy!
Off in the far-horizon distance stood the Catholic church-steeple in the next
near-by town where
eventually I would attend the parochial high-school.
Playing summer baseball
in a league gave me a "slight"-expansion to
my tidy-little universe
as we traveled, a-bit, to challenge neighboring-
town teams; many of the
players were known to me by way of those games.
From my barn-door perch
at the farm, I could manage to "image" in my
creative-mind the
ball-diamonds in relation to the steeple. Great-fun!
Everything---exciting---adventurous---educational...Innocently-delightful!
And---best-of-all?...the
farm back-porch gathering with...Family!
Ah!---Precious-Memories!...Valued more than
any "silver" or "gold"!
A personal-note: Thank-you! Mom
& Dad!---for letting me be a...child!
Amen!
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