After the Fall

After Gene and I raked up and blew away the
leaves that were so beautiful (of which there
were piles and piles and piles and piles
and piles and more piles) . . . .

I enjoyed a respite from my labors. One of my favorite memories from childhood days in Wheaton, Illinois was jumping in the pile of leaves before Dad burned them on a chilly autumn Saturday afternoon.

Across the street from our house
was the Wheaton College football field. The sounds of the cheering crowd, the music of the college pep band, the bright mums worn by the ladies at homecoming . . . all these add to the wonderful memories from those days way back in the 40s -- yep, those WERE the days!