mercredi 8 avril 2009

My African Childhood...

“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
Wenchi, 1963
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
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


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.

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.