Kicked back here in a chair watching a Walton's Marathon when a scene of John Boy next to a kerosene lamp rolls across the screen. It immediately triggered memories of Grandma Gladys and then gave way to God and the stars....
The two went hand in hand.
You see often times we would arrive for visits to Granny's after dark. Leaving on Friday, when Daddy got off work, we would make our way to the little Clarke County Road and Grandma's jar of corn flakes nestled by the Kerosene lamp. Making sure we never went to bed hungry, a small glass full of corn flakes ( we used what we had to hold them ), we would laugh and chatter until our bellies got full and we were off to bed. Making our way across the dogtrot into the side room, we would snuggle into Grandma's feather bed and look up at the stars. The house was made of green pine when it was built before the Civil War. When it dried in certain sections of the rooms, you could look through the cracks and count the stars all while sniffing the scent of Prince Albert in the can as it slowly drifted into the room. Daddy and Grandaddy would talk of business that needed to be done and what was expected of us while on our visits...ever so slowly the light from the lamp would be extinguished and we would drift off to sleep by the light of the stars...
I'm thankful for that old lamp and the light that it gave and the stars that covered us as we slept....it helps me realize that God still covers us...
In a world that's gone crazy....people need to know that the light is still there...
Here's to the memory of Corn Flakes and Kerosene Lamps from " The Front Porch "
Johnna ♥️♥️
