Posts from the ‘June: What I Did On My Summer Vacation’ Category

Sunday School Lesson at the Ranch

While growing up in the city of San Anton’,

we taking lessons of piano playin’

and learning lots from school

with our friends that were so cool.


But when it came to the summertime,

I took upon going to the “ranch”  where you could hear a dime

drop for miles further than one can see

and spent time with my Grandma and Grandpa with glee.


During the days we would wake up to smells of eggs, homemade biscuits and bacon

before taking off to the garden to pick out some fresh veggies we’d be cookin’

later that day.  We’d pack it up to go visiting relatives and friends

and run errands in the town six miles around the bends.


During the heat of the day though,

we would make sure that we were bourough’d

in the cool of the home and tell tales of the news

that was certain to be the town’s mews.


We would cook and sew

practice Spanish and learn about the makings of the afghan throw.

At the end of the Saturday day, we would pick out our late night snack

be it a bowl of cereal or ice  cream, we would begin to attack

the lesson for the students for Sunday School,

after our baths and change of clothes for bed that night.


My Grandma would be with her snack and the Bible

and the next day’s lesson layed out before her on the table

across from me where I sat and listened to her

practice the lesson’s lecture,

with extreme delight.


Once done with that, we would wash the dishes with the well water

available there, and smells of well water and the sink scrubbed down with the Ajax cleanser,

we went off to bed knowing that we were prepared

for the next day and all lessons learned.


At the end of each summer, too, I would never forget

the talks we had at that table and the garden and bet

who would be up first the next morning

and start planning for the day I would be returning.


To this day, long after she has gone,

I hold in my memories and smells of those days past done.

At the end of each summer, I could never forget the smells

of fresh daisies and roses, country air, sizzling bacon and fresh biscuits, and the swells

of the fresh veggies and the life lessons I would learn through her lessons on Saturday evenings.



While I do miss those days, I’m grateful to have the memories and smells that remind me of those days; and, no one could ever take that from me. 🙂





Summertime Bicycles

Summertime brings to mind the outdoors

and sunshine radiating through our pores,

as we find ways to recreate and play

all the long day,

or as long as we can manage to do so.


With the sunshine in the Texas heat

can have you beat

before you know it, if you don’t drink

plenty of water, sometimes more is needed than you think.


Yearning to exercise to lose the weight

and finding the pool not open throughout the late

night hours, we bought ourselves some bikes

so that we can no more say, “yikes!”


Right now, mastering the timing is essential

so that we can certainly lift the pencil

to schedule ourselves around the heat

to ride in the street.


Now, you might say that the best way to

schedule ourselves is to leave off the pencil and just do

it, and take our bikes

outdoors for before the clock strikes

with yet another day done.


I definitely wish cooler days

that were in the month of Mays;

yet, we just got the bikes

recently – before that we would have to just settle for hikes!





What I Did On My Summer Vacation

As a child,

there were many vacations,

but no so important as the time spent

at my Grandma’s & Grandpa’s “ranch”.


250 acres to romp and run,

250 acres of fresh air and starry skies

250 acres of freedom from the city life in Ol’ San Anton’.


Grandma’s home smelled like homemade biscuits, fresh fig preserves, and eggs and bacon early in the morning

We would talk and talk and talk and talk (hence where I got the name of Chatty Cathy),

go pick out veggies we would eat that day with our bonnets on,

play scrabble,

see if we could call our relatives when other folks weren’t on the party line,

cut out squares for quilts that she and Big Mama made,

shopped in town (6 miles away) for more fabric and yarn and visited with other folks,

chain stitched yarn for miles and miles (or so it seemed),

created my own floppy hats from my own design for me and my sister,

rode the cowboy my Uncle would bring over from his Veterinary Clinic,

drank ice cream floats in the heat of the day,

learned to speak Spanish (something new every day),

and when the day came to close late at night,

we would get out the cereal and milk, and had a gabby gals moment,

just before we would put on our gowns and go to our beds.


Grandpa lived next door to the main house in a mini-apartment with a big porch

Because he had been sick for years.

He would sit in his rocker on the porch and smoke his pipe,

and tell me tall tales of Pecos Bill and Hondo Crouch.

When he went to feed the cattle,

I would ride along with him in the Ol’ Chevy Sidestep Pickup

To the tank we would go,

he would jump in the bed of the truck and gently toss out the feed

sometimes allowing me to jump in there too and mimic his every move.

Occasionally, we would stop at the tank and fish for catfish

and we would talk for hours until he’d have to drive back and take me to Grandma.

Before he got too sick, we would drive into town

and sat and talked to the guys at the lumber yard.


Saturday nights were extra special

Because we would eat our cereal and milk late at night

While Grandma prepared for the next day’s Sunday School lesson.

She would practice what she would be telling the class so much

By the time we got there on Sunday, I knew all the answers!



When my family came to pick me up, my cousins would come over too,

and we’d watch the 8mm movies under the dark starlit skies

with the moon that looked like a cooking pot on a clear night.

I would share the pies and cookies we had made,

and all the creations I had made while being there.


While I don’t live near there any more,

I sure miss the both of them,

however, this I know,

nothing could ever compare

to the days of yore and

to the memories cherished forever more.