mercredi 8 avril 2009

My African Childhood...

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“There is a garden in every childhood,
an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer,
and the morning more fragrant than ever again”
Elizabeth Lawrence
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Wenchi, 1963
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Some of my favorite memories of my childhood
are not my memories at all,
they are my mother’s...
The stories she tells are of a toddler who is strong willed
and determined.
A child who knows her mind and is not going to let anyone
make her change it.
A two year old who loathed the indoors and loved nothing more than
to spend entire days in the great outdoors.
A three year old who ate her dinner with her fingers
(or not at all)
because it was better that way.
A four year old who knew an entire neighborhood
by name and was considered very much part of each family
and the community.
A five year old who who spoke fluent Twi (the local dialect)
and loved nothing better than to help her
parents out when they couldn't quite make themselves
understood...
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I love that girl. I’ve missed her.

12 commentaires:

Renee a dit…

I never thought that those childhood memories are our mothers or fathers and that is so true.

Thank you for your prayers.

Renee xoxoxo

SUREANDO a dit…

Qué bueno que la ames, pero no la extrañes porque se nota que siempre está contigo.
Un abrazo

Millie a dit…

Such an exquisite post with such moving words - what an idyllic childhood you had.
Millie ^_^

Callie Grayson a dit…

such a lovely childhood! I love visiting your blog and reading about you and learning amazing things each time.
xx
callie

Jazz a dit…

What a great post. I loved this. I love hearing my mom's memories of her childhood too.

FrenchBlue a dit…

Love this post.... I feel like I have just met your mother. Thank you for bringing her back and introducing her.

A Cuban In London a dit…

Beautiful poem/article/memory/post. So honest and raw. It's true that our earlier memories in life are borne by our parents. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Liss a dit…

Hi, thanks for visiting my blog. Yours is very interesting.

I wonder when most peoples frist real memories start? I think a lot of my early childhood memories are inspired by old photographs.

your mothers discriptions are wonderful.

Anne a dit…

Really true memories... Such a wonderful post...

Sandra a dit…

Hello from MN, USA. I just spent some time reading your blog and I'm glad I stumbled upon it. I enjoyed your, or more precisely your mother's memories.

defline a dit…

je voudrais tant contribuer un peu à ce que tu la retrouves cette petite fille africaine ...

antonia a dit…

You were born in Ghana ?
I'm still reading your blog with pleasure and emotion.
antonia