Wintertime Memories
Snowflakes a-fallin’, in the kitchen Mom’s callin’,
“You youngens get out of that bed!”
The day’s now a-wastin’, the biscuits a-bakin’
And I got lots to do ’ere ye’re fed.

Son, help your brother straighten up those covers
You never know who’ll drop by today;
Go wash up with the others, gather round the table,
Hold hands, and now let us pray:

‘Lord, for the night’s rest we’re grateful
For those ’round the table and for daily meat;
Now bless what’s before us, in the name of Jesus,’
Alright, now y’all can eat.

When y’all are through eatin’ the chickens need feedin’
And there’s firewood that needs bringin’ in.
Now go feed your dog, give the scraps to the hogs
And bring back an armload of kindlin.’”

It seems just yesterday we sat at that table,
Mom and Dad and the whole family;
I never knew then just how precious to me
Would those wintertime memories be.

No, we never were rich in material things,
Tough times made you want to cry;
But we had love to spare for all of us there
And for any stranger that dropped by.

They say you can’t go back to days gone by,
I’m sorry, but I must disagree—
For I often do return and again live
As in this, my wintertime memory.



© December 2004 by Loyd C. Taylor
Author's notes:
What I have written in part reflects some of my various thoughts and concepts about life, family, friends, God, etc.
As a child growing up in a large family, we had it pretty good during the warm seasons of the year, but wintertime was another story. Wintertime was cold and at times very hard—a time we couldn’t wait to get through.

Mom and Dad would scrape together food to feed us from what had been canned, stored, or donated. They made sure we stayed warm, usually by lighting firewood gathered earlier or coal we were able to purchase. Somehow the family all pulled together and did what was needed to get by.

Wintertime was also a good time, a time that we seemed to huddle a little closer together as a family and appreciated one another a little more. Wintertime makes me think of the beauty of falling snow blanketing the ground—what a sight—covering the dirt and brown grass! Snow covering the earth reminds me of how God’s love covers the world and cleanses it, making it beautiful. 

Wintertime reminds me of the smell of wood burning
or Momma cooking in the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the air, or Dad’s aftershave. I remember the feeling of waking up nearly frozen to death and how from under the covers I could see my breath vanishing before me. I remember us kids running as fast as we could to huddle around the stove in the living room while we waited for breakfast.

Much of the inspiration for my poems came to me as I sat alone thinking of family and friends. In your thoughts and memories, for just a brief while you can go back, relive the good times, the fun times, and the sad times. I thank God that we are able to record our thoughts to remind us in the future of the blessings of the past.

Wintertime Memories is one of those poems where I allowed myself to go back and relive my childhood days once more.
I do hope you enjoy my offering od simple poetry and thank you for your time.

Loyd Taylor