....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Little Acre........ Memories are a tricky thing these days for my
father. It is so frustrating for him as he tries to reach some memory
only to have it missing or difficult to retrieve. I have been asking
many questions to pull what I can from him and discovered a little jewel
that both he and Mother could recall.
It brought images of the
movie Grease into my mind. Daddy said that he had a blue convertible.
Mother dated him for a time while he had the car. He told me of a place
between Dunn and Benson that all the young people went to hang out on
the weekend. He said a little "parking" would take place (both parents
were quick to qualify that "parking" in those days meant just a little
innocent kissing), a lot of talking and joking around, and in general
just a good time to be had by all. This was in the 50s. So can't you
just see it? Poodle skirts, pony tails, saddle oxfords, penny loafers,
greased back hair and all. Then Mother remembered the name. "It was
Harvey's Little Acre, wasn't it, Brewer? I saw my Daddy's eyes light up
as he responded, "yeah,that's it!"
I saw it all in my head just like some teenaged 50s movie and marveled at the precious moment recaptured from a fleeting past!