Welcome if you are visiting because you are on the 2016 A to Z Post Challenge Road Trip This is a series during the month of June celebrating Summertime
“Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women so often have sprung from small towns, or villages. They have had time to dream in their adolescence. No cars to catch, no matinees, no city streets, none of the teeming, empty, energy-consuming occupations of the city child. Little that is competitive, much that is unconsciously absorbed at the most impressionable period, long evenings for reading, long afternoons in the fields or woods.”
― Edna Ferber
This paragraph takes us back to our summers trips to the library, and books we read. Growing up when I did, children were allowed to PLAY, to use their imaginations, to just be. Rather than where we were raised, city or village, it was the times we were brought up in that formed who we have become.
Children today have no real summers, not the kind Edna Ferber writes about. They are over-programmed, over-organized, have constant schedules for every kind of class, sport or otherwise. There is no time to dream. As adults we have allowed ourselves to become over-booked like our grandchildren.
Let’s make a promise to one another that this summer we are going to clear a space everyday to read, or sit on the porch and do nothing. Maybe an afternoon in the fields or woods. I have another idea….let’s get a deck of cards, sit on the steps, and play a childhood card game, the names of which I am beginning to forget. Deal? Deal!