As I go on with my life, I also go back in time to those days when our parents and grandparents — and all the uncles and aunts, as well as all the cousins — were around me, and that is one of the good things of living back in the days of old.
I remember how we visited one another. Joy was abundant, as cousins got together and had fun telling what they did in the last week. Those little secrets we told each other, and the games we played, were a joy to behold. Quietly we listened to the grownups talk about things that were part of the family mold of togetherness, and once in awhile one of the uncles or aunts would get with us kids and play softball or just talk about how it was when they were young.
I had some great cousins, and it was a treat to be able to see them whenever we could. But the visits among us were sort of divided because of the situation of work. Many times someone would be working and so miss all that fun of togetherness.
In the days of old, there was a greater sense of togetherness among families and neighbors close by. We sort of looked out for each other.
When one child did wrong, the ones who witnessed the doing made sure the parents knew before it was spread out to other neighborhoods. When one family had a party or maybe an ice cream happening for their family, other neighbors were asked if they would like to be part of it.
I can picture in my mind how my mother would let the neighborhood kids sit with us on the side porch while she told about how it was and maybe how it would be for us in the future. Mom liked to play a few songs on her piano, and we would just sit there and wonder how this pretty lady we knew as our mother could remember which keys to push to get that pretty sound out to our ears.