Listening To My Childhood

Sounds of my childhood.........

Locusts humming on a summer night.
My mom singing while at the clothesline.
A bouncing basketball on the gravel in the alley.
Fighting cats outside my bedroom window.
Saturday night Shock Theater at 11 o'clock music that frightened me.
My mom calling me from the back porch just after dark. "Shirley ANN!"
My ocarina as I play Roses Are Red My Love.

My mother telling me to clean up my plate.
Peewee, the parakeet, telling me to clean up my plate.
Peewee laughing like my mom and talking.

Peewee

Mom and dad talking on the front porch.
Dad playing his harmonica and singing on the front porch.
Dad's laughter, loud and hearty.
Mom's laughter, loud and joyful.

Harriet Hunker's mom calling her to come home.
Sherry's mom calling her to come home, "Cher-YL!"
Mary Casey yelling, "Annie Annie Over" from the other side of their garage.
Lawnmowers roaring.

The wringer washing machine on the back porch going, slosh, slosh in rhythmic tune.
Mom singing at the clothesline.
Waking up to mom singing in the kitchen. 


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Shock Theatre 

Comedy, Horror | TV Series (1957–1959)

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In The Darkest Hour of Need

The early morning hours crept in.

They say, the darkest hour of the day.

And, she sat in her room, yes, the hour it was dark,

For her heart was aching and crying in pain.

She sat all alone with the memories flooding in.

She longed just to touch the one she had lost.

Her tears flowing freely to empty the pain,

But, the pain lingers on, stabbing deeply within.

She cries out to the Father with soulful reproach.

How can this be happening? How can she get through?

And she feels He's not listening, not caring, not there.

And the loneliness hovers as she feels so alone.

Now, at that same hour a friend is awakened.

She looks at the time, and she feels there's a need.

She drops at the bedside, on her knees she now rests.

There's someone to pray for, and she honors the call.

It's not for her knowledge to know who is calling.

Silently, lovingly she whispers to Him.

The Father is listening and showering His love

On the one who cries out. And it eases her pain.

Respond to the Spirit, no matter the hour.

Be ready to summon His grace for a friend.

At times we're despondent and need reinforcement.

We cover each other in the darkest hour of need.