When Politically Correct Didn't Matter

I danced in the snow wearing my new shoes, unable to wait for spring. Momma never said anything, though, I think she knew. She had eyes that saw everything.

Spring, new, excitement all that a little town brings. ***** willows, forsythia welcomed a coming parade, blooms, poppin up everywhere, in a little town where heritage was dug with a spade .

Beautiful brightly colored 5 cent seed packets, bachelor buttons, marigolds, brought home from school, toted around in a Red Flyer wagon, to sell door to door.

Homemade delights, waiting for the big dinner, Easter. Would we have ham? Always cornbread, and Momma's cake.mmm mmm mmm. A homemade yellow with sticky, white fluffy icing covered in coconut with the green nest of jelly beans in the middle. We decorated boiled eggs the night before, for the big hunt after church.

Sometimes Momma would make baskets crocheted around ice cream totes filled with cellophane shreds, bright green, grass, licorice and spicy morsels, chocolate covered marshmallow eggs..and chickie dittles. I sure miss how she had her own way of sayin things, her Kentucky way.

We were blessed to have hand me downs, beautiful fluffied-out dresses and hats with long satin ribbons waiting to be tied in a beautiful bow under the chin. Finally, I could wear my pretty shoes. A picture taken by the big old oak, we would smile demurely and then off to church, to celebrate Jesus, the empty tomb and joy for the future without offending.

In a little town where heritage was dug with a spade, annuals and perennials planted around the house in beds and along welcoming walkways up to a friend's door, not so fancy, just winsome, watered with the best you could, where you could pick apples from someone's trees without worrying you'd be fined or shot, where a lemonade stand didn't require permits, where love was shared because it was the right thing to do.

SadieLu 2011

When families stayed together.
They didn't know they had options.

Thanks for the memories

Thank you, both, sometimes it's good to remember.

never having been a politition political correctness matters to me no more now than it ever has.

thank you for sharing comment. I think you are not alone.

Political Correctness, the language of flakes, cowards and other gutless creatures (politicians, lawyers etc.)was actually invented by the Nazis, to cover up the holocaust. Instead of extermination, they used final solution. Rather than say, transportation to a death/concentration camp, they used "resettlement in the east" etc. So! If we all want to be good little fascists, we should encourage political correctness. On a cold day in Hell>

quite!Welcome

Just as; "figures don't lie, but LIARS figure"

WORDS don't LIE, but LIARS use WORDS.

Political Correctness left with INTEGRITY.

that is correct as well...

Good old days.....sigh

To think that our Grandkids will think "these" are the good ol' days

would love those shoes again...shiny, and they clacked against the sidewalk...

Kinda like "Tap" dancing....

yes, Dancing with the stars...WOO HOO

Naw......Fred Astaire!!

Shirley Temple

All that curly hair!

a sweet little girl, something to aspire to... I was a cutie, too, I was told...( she says with her finger pointing to her cheek and her ballerina pose)