Thursday, May 14, 2009

Just a sound


Just a sound,
but what a sound.
I can almost hear it if I close my eyes real tight.
The sound of my Daddy cheering.
We were playing baseball.
Like we did every night during the summer.
Johnny and Mike were one team.
Betsy and I were the other.
My Daddy was the permanent pitcher.
Almost every single night during the Summer,
my Dad would come home from work
and play baseball with us.
It was hot.
It was sticky.
He was tired.
But he played.
And then
after we were all exhausted
He would let us get in the back of the pick up truck
and he would take us for a drive.
We weren't the richest people in our town-
but we were the richest.
The richest because we had so very much love.



Writing prompt:
Describe a 'sound' from your childhood.
What was it?
When did you hear it?
What does it bring to mind?


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46 comments:

Darlene said...

That is beautiful and what a fabulous daddy!

Kelly said...

Thanks for stopping by. Nothing like the sound of a parent cheering you on!! Nothing like it in the world!

Erin said...

What a great memory!
I can't wait to do that for my boys as they grow!

bearer of three said...

Its moments like that in which a child treasures..not the tons of toys but the moments that they spend doing the simplest things with your parents..beautiful

Grandma J said...

What a wonderful memory!

There is one sound from my childhood that haunts me to this day.

It's the sound of my mother opening a bag of potato chips after all the kids were in bed. We were a big family, and chips were a luxury we never had unless it was a special occasion with company. But, my mother had a stash that she would savor late at night when she didn't think we'd notice. She so deserved it too. Weird memory, huh?

parentingBYdummies said...

Made me teary eyed, and I consider myself a pretty tough cookie. Never mind, I'm a liar, I cry at the drop of the hat. You shoulda seen me watching Bride Wars last night. I'm such a freakin' baby! Nevertheless, a touching post:) Thanks for dropping by my spot!

Busy Bee Suz said...

What a sweet memory.
Your family is awesome...that is why you are also!!

Alicia said...

Oh, what sweet memories Rebeckah!!!!!!!!!

I love how you write!!!

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Such a sweet memory! I often wonder what memories Little T will have of us.

Marilyn said...

Beautiful memories.

Nori D said...

Loved this!

Becca said...

What a great post! :-) I love it!

Heather said...

what a special memory and post! thank you for visiting me today. keep in touch!

April said...

I'm going to have to participate sometime...Tim has me hooked on creating vlogs...not sure how long that will continue! Your daddy sounds like a very special man...what a blessed childhood you had!

Josh, Steph, The Boys and Maddie said...

What a touching poem you wrote! It is so great to hear happy childhood stories... unfortunaly I don't hear many of those these days. How wonderful to have such aloving father.

mimi said...

That just made me cry....in a good way. But, man that is sweet.

mamamia said...

I love this story and i love your dad! You can tell him that! What a wonderful memory!

Cortney said...

What a great memory!

Big Hair Envy said...

What a wonderful Daddy!!! Toys break, and electronics go bad, but the simple things stick with us for a lifetime.

My memory? Crickets....chirping me to sleep on a hot summer night at Grandma's house.

Kimberly said...

This is a new blog for me! I'm stopping by from Mama Kat's workshop, and am happily remembering my own dad playing catch in our front yard with us on hot summer evenings. I love that sound of the ball hitting the mitt. Thank you for reminding me of it :)

4 Lettre Words said...

When I read this, I instantly thought of the lawn mower, which meant the smell of fresh-cut grass. I still love that smell.

Beautiful post!

He And Me + 3 said...

That was so awesome!

Suki said...

This is so beautifully written!
Hold on tight to that memory.

Trudy said...

Aww, such wonderful memories and I love the picture! Sounds like a great daddy!

smiles4u said...

Now that is a perfectly beautiful memory. I am thankful that you had a father that did that with you. You are so very right...you were rich indeed!

Happy belated Mothers day to one very terrific mother! Hugs, Lori

Living on the Spit said...

Fabulous post sweetie...I must say that it brought up a lot of the same memories for me...

and I miss him so...

shopannies said...

this was so sweet and can relate as we played with our dad in the summer and then as we played with our children in the summer you are only as rich as you feel many rich people are not happy but others like me are not rich but are the richest with love in our hearts

Hoosier Homemade said...

Awesome post! Bringing tears to my eyes. Thanks for stopping by my blog!
~Liz

thedulls said...

oh you had such a wonderful daddy! how sweet. and you are right, rich b/c of love. I hope my kids grow up with memories like you have!

Ruby Red Slippers said...

That was such a beautiful memory to have-I felt like I was there, the way that you described it...very touching!

theArthurClan said...

You truly have the gift of writing Becky. This was such a beautiful memory to share with us!

M said...

Great picture...great memories! I hope my kids have the same.

Femin Susan said...

Good memory....these photo is gorgeous.....

BeccaK said...

Your dad ROCKS!
What wonderful memories!

Are you a writer? Everything you post is so amazing. I'm not as eloquent as you, but one of my favorite sounds as a child were the sound of the crickets on my grandparents farm at night. Visiting them was a magical time!

drewmark19 said...

What a nice memory. Reading about your dad made me think of childhood memories with my own dad.

Hopefully in the summer I can start trying to participate in the writer's workshops. Right now...no time! :)

Thanks for all your words of encouragement through your comments on my blog. This week was ROUGH (IEP-related), so you really helped lift my spirits.

Tiaras and Tantrums said...

oh that was so lovely to read

WhisperingWriter said...

What a beautiful post.

Banteringblonde said...

I'm loving this prompt this week - this was fantastic!

Liz said...

What a great memory!

Brandi said...

That is so sweet! You were blessed to have such a wonderful dad and great memories of your childhood!

Ter said...

thanks for the comment you left on my blog today! come for a visit again soon!

Margo said...

I love summer time memories, that feeling that something was done every day. Very nice writing.

Michelle said...

That was really great! Thanks for the comment love over at Faith on Fire:)

Renee said...

Such a beautiful post! Thanks for stopping by. Have a great weekend.

Live.Love.Eat said...

This was so awesome. Is your Dad here or in Heaven?

Ms. Latina said...

I love what you wrote, it really isn't how much we have but how much we love and you learned it at a young age because of your Dad. Wonderful lesson! OK now to your question for me it was the sound of waves, it meant we were going fishing, we were going to play, we were spending time with family and friends. Its also where my Daddy loved to go, its my memory of him. To this day whenever I am stressed, whenever I need respite I go to the water. I take the boys winter spring summer fall. Its our spot and they know when Mommy heads to the water it will be fun! Thank you for bringing back the memory and for stopping by my blog!