Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky-blue looking glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping into town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
To where the roads on either hand
Lead onto into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
~Robert Louis Stevenson~
While looking for something else in one of our rooms where we seem to store everything in no particular order I found these old photos of our son. The room is actually my old craft room from back in the days when I used to paint wooden ornaments and sell them at local craft shows, and now 'a catch all for any item that we don't know what else to do with and don't want to throw it away just in case you might need it again one day' room, filed under complete chaos.
Thankfully I know where each item is and can put my hands on them within minutes. Gregg is always amazed. Today I forgot that other thing I was looking for because I found an old box of much treasured photographs. Short attention span? You betcha! I can't even remember what I was looking for originally but to me this was a much better find. Gregg and I have just spent an hour going through them and doing our 'remember when' thing. Tidying that room up is 'on the list'. We will get there eventually, that's what we keep telling ourselves anyhow.
In the top photo dear son was climbing a tree on the grounds of one of those lovely old country pubs we had stopped at. Gregg, Brad and I, along with my Mom and Dad, drove up to visit my sister and brother-in-law. This was before my niece came along. The three of us had flown to the UK to Heathrow Airport in the summer of 1983 and caught the train in Reading down to Devon. After a few days we piled into Dad's car and drove up to see my sister and her husband 300 miles north of us in Worcestershire. They lived in a lovely little village called Naunton Beauchamp, not too far from Worcester. It was an idyllic time and the weather was gorgeous.
The other photo was taken a couple of years earlier. On the back of the photo I had written "Brad at the NAS Baseball Picnic - San Diego, CA - June 1983", which would have made him 3 yrs and 10 months old. So strange that I don't remember much of this day but I don't feel so bad because Gregg can't remember either photo being taken. All that is really important is that we took the photos and captured a very special moment in our lives. I'm looking forward to going through the other old photos because we've found some real treasures.