Parents

I was looking at picture of my Aunt, my mother and I(The kind you get out of the vending photo booths) that we took when I was around 2 or 3 the other day. It stays in my wallet where I can see their smiling faces when I need a pick me up. I looked at her fondly and thought of my childhood and how we played together. She would watch me as I would play in the tree house/fort my Great Uncle and Father built in the back yard.
It also reminded me of the walks she would take me on through the family property. She once told me that spruce gum resin tasted exactly like honey and if I gathered up enough she would make me candy form it. So she smiled as I went to the trees that make up a fence line behind the old cedar house. I pulled a long resin drop off and whole heartedly stuck it in my mouth. Belch! Oh god that was the most awful taste. It seemed as if my mouth turned completely inside out. She sat there on the stump of an old oak laughing and told me that someone (probably Papa Jack) had done the same to her when she was a young woman. So she had passed on the tradition to me. She took me back to the house and to cheer me up we ate frozen blackberries out of the freezer in the carport.

This was 28 years ago and I still remember it as if it was yesterday. Miss you mom.
Now I don't have kids of my own to pass this on to yet. But I do have a great nephew!
Look out Braxton.