Summer of Love

Introducing our newest book "Child of the Earth",  a love story that takes place in 1968.

Suzanne Wellington is a writer and photographer working for a large magazine in New York. She is given an assignment to write a story about the hippie communes.

Suzanne loads up her VW bus and heads out of town, she ends up in New Mexico to write about one of the largest communes around.

 Once she reaches New Mexico her VW breaks down and she is stranded by the side the road when along comes Oliver Bachand who offers to help her.  Oliver lives just down the road from the commune that she is looking for. Oliver helps fix her bus.  Oliver's wife and son are on a sabbatical for two months in France.

Oliver offers to let Suzanne stay in the guest room while he fixes her bus.  She talks him into visiting a local commune with her.  He has never liked hippies, thinking of them as lazy, drug using dropouts.  But through Suzanne's eyes, he changes his mind, especially when they make friends with Jupiter and Sparrow.

Oliver is smitten with Suzanne from the start.  Unlike his wife, Suzanne is wild, free and not inhibited at all.  Oliver is freed from his boring, safe, everyday life by his love for Suzanne.  

Even though the story takes place in 1968, it is one that transcends time and place.

Oliver's only son, John, never liked his father much and at his father's death, John really thinks Oliver must have gone senile in his older years.  But, did he?  It's years later, will John be able to understand how life was in 1968?  Don't miss this love story that will make you smile, make you weep and will warm your heart, no matter what age you are, no matter what era you were born in.

What's happening lately

Finished my latest book.  I guess this one can be labeled "Mommy porn" although I'm not quite sure where that label comes from.  It should be up for sale by September 1, 2013.  It is a story about a girl's first time, about a deep love, mystery and tragedy and over coming the tragedy of loss.  I hope people like this one because it is by far, my best story yet.

Today:  The car is in the garage, yet again.  I'd buy a newer, less problematic car if I could.  But, for now, we have to limp this one along because, even used cars, are a small fortune.

Steve and I

Our anniversary was in July, spent it quietly, worked on my book so we didn't do anything especially memorable.  But quiet love has a lot going for it.  Kind of the inspiration behind my latest book.

We did go out last weekend though, to a couple local bars.  The first bar was pretty funny.  The bartender didn't know how to fix several mixed drinks, so we made it easy on her and asked for a seven, seven.  Such is life in small town America.  Something I found kind of crazy though, there are several 'kids' underage ones, working that bar.  Is that legal?  We ordered a pizza, which one of the '15 year old kids served us' but then the kid comes over to ask "would you like anything else?" and Steve said: "Maybe another seven seven" and, of course, 15 year old couldn't get it.  But couldn't the 'child' place the order?  We could pick it up ourselves at the bar.  So I think I'll walk in one night around midnight and see if the 'children' are still on duty.  Isn't there any child labor laws in NY?  I guess the bar is too cheap to hire adults?

Another thing about small towns, we went to a newer restaurant and it was only 9PM (everyone knows nothing fun happens before 9) and the waitress told us: "We close at 9."  No wonder that place is not seeing much business.  Ya gotta stay open later to get business, especially in a town like this that claims it wants tourist business.

Anyway, that's the latest.  Hopefully the old car will be done soon and not cost us too much more money this time.  So it goes.

Snowflake: name sounds like an exotic dancer

Just another pretty face?

This little kitty is not a super star, except to Steve and I, of course.  I was thinking today about the name choice, it seems obvious to us, snowflake and a white cat.  Right?  By all the looks we gather when I write about this cat, I was thinking how the name sounds like an exotic dancer.  Maybe there are a lot of cat lovers out there.  Either way, we appreciate all the views this sweet kitty pulls in.

That having been said, life with this kitty, the only child kitty, he likes to get into everything.  This morning he decided to open all the lower cupboard doors and prance around under there.  I kept shooing him out and told him I've had 2 year old toddlers who were better behaved.  If you yell at this one, he does not 'get it' he simply comes back for more.  *sigh*

He likes to come into the bedroom at night, we tried shutting the door but he yowls until he is allowed in.  Spoiled you say?  Pretty much, yes he is.  Does he come into the bedroom to sleep on the foot of our bed like a nice kitty?  Naw.  He likes to jump on our heads and I have a big plant in the window which he seems to think is a tree and likes to sit in the center.  He already broke one branch out of the center.  After all, a plant branch was no match for a 12 pound cat mistaking it for a tree.  

He prowls all night and if he gets locked out of the bedroom, once we get up in the morning, he acts like we've been gone for years.  He acts so glad to see us.  Yet, in the light of day, we can leave home for hours and hours and when we get home, he lifts his head, blinks and goes back to sleep.  Go figure. 

Yes, this kitty is sometimes a pain in the tush, but do we regret rescuing him?  On the contrary, we wonder just how we ever got along without his naughty little presence.

Our little ham, posing for a pic.

He never tires of posing.

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Nursing home diaries

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Today I am hit with a barrage of requests to open the door to the garden area.  I approach the person at the front desk and ask for the key.  I'm met with: "Well let me see what the temperature is outside."  I inquire as to what that has to do with anything.  Desk person informs me that if the temperature is above 80 degrees or below 40 degrees, the residents are 'not allowed' outside.  I ask her who made that stupid rule.  She informs me the nursing home owner did.  

The nursing home owner is over 70 himself.  I ask desk person is the owner is outside today and about town.  Desk person is also over 65 so I ask her if she plans to go outside today after work.  I get a glare and a reply: "I fail to see the correlation to any of this."  I inform her that these residents are also adults, able to decide if they want to go outside and able to decide to come inside if the weather is uncomfortable.  I also inform her we are not a prison offering inmates recreation time.  She asks what if they get dehydrated.  I inform her maybe the aides and (heaven forbid) the nurses and even myself, can take them water or juices to be sure they stay hydrated.  She reluctantly hands me the key.  I open the door and a rush to go outside begins.  One lady immediately tilts her head to the warmth of the sun, allowing it to warm her face.  Many remind me of inmates who are allowed out of solitary to feel the breeze on their skin, smell the fragrant flowers and bask in the sun's warmth.  

Later on I get a call from the, yes, you guessed it, Administrator.  She summons me to her office.  Gosh, I cannot imagine why.  But I do know I bucked the system and their rules.  I once again expected the residents' rights as adults, to be honored.  I'm such a trouble maker.  But I don't care.  They have as much right to bask in the sun or the cold, as any other adult has. 

Corporations providing freebies on your dime

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When I was being trained as an Activity Director at a nursing home owned by a large corporation, we had to get up at five in the morning during senior games time.  The reason for this early rising was because this place I worked for was providing food for the big corporate meeting for the games.

Now the senior games (the senior Olympics of sort) may be a nice thing but I couldn't help but wonder how this nursing home could provide a better breakfast for corporate people and seniors in the community and the sponsors of the games, than they provided for the people living in the nursing home and who were paying to live there.

I've said before, nursing homes pull in the lion's share of Medicaid.  A whopping 85% of Medicaid goes to corporations and is nothing more than corporate welfare in my book.  Why people insist on hating the poor and not laying it at the feet of big business is beyond me.  It will always mystify me. I see postings, after postings on social networks, which amount to nothing more than the poor hating the poor.  Stop it!  The poor are not sucking your tax money up with a straw.  Big corporations are.  What's the answer though?  You want Grandma put out on the street?  I highly doubt it.

Well, during this big banquet which consisted of scrambled eggs, all sorts of danish pastry, fresh fruit and any juice and coffee they wanted, I observed those people with money come back for seconds and thirds.  I saw them wrap up danishes, croissants, rolls, you name it, and place the items in their big bags they carried.  So, again, how is it justifiable for this nursing home to provide better food to the well off, the well to do and corporate heads, than was ever offered to the people paying the bills?  When I questioned this I was brought to task and given a lecture by the Administrator, who of course, was a corporate tool.

My budget for activities, BTW, was a whopping 43 cents per day.  I had a budget of $350 a month for 120 residents and once gone, it was not available again until the next month.  This place had the audacity to constantly expect me to beg for donations for prizes for bingo games and volunteers to help during activities because, God forbid, they hired any more help.

Food for thought the next time you attend a care plan meeting for your loved one. Remember, YOU pay their bills. 

A young soldier's journey

Walking home from school that day, my throat was dry, a sensation of strength washed over me.  I had really wanted to hurt that guy, to see blood.  Right now I figured my blood pressure was like 160 at least.  I was grateful for the eight miles between the school and my house.  I needed this long walk to help silence the blood pounding in my ears.  I knew my parents might be upset when they heard what I'd done but this showdown had been a long time coming.  Right now I didn't care about the possible consequences.  Besides, I felt like that guy had been just looking for a fight and he nearly got one from me.  

  Maybe my vision was clouded as I walked home from high school for the last time on that warm day in 1965, the year I turned 16 and knew I didn't have to take that mistreatment anymore.  Hell, it wasn’t like it was my first trip to the Principal’s office, I had gotten used to that, but on this day, I was determined it would be my last trip there.

I was sent to his office, this time, from shop class.  I had rigged a piece of lumber in the lathe so it would fling out at the shop teacher when he turned it on.  While that action had gotten a rousing laugh out of the class, the shop teacher was far from amused so it earned me a trip to the principal’s office, nothing new for me.  But this time it was different from the three days of detention I usually got. This time he told me he ‘would have to paddle me’ because it was such a ‘serious offense,’ and someone could have been hurt badly or even killed by the flying wood.  He then took a significantly sized paddle from behind his desk and came at me with it, a look of almost delight in his eyes, as if hitting students made his day.  I decided I wasn't going to make it easy for him either.   I had already decided that he wasn't going to lay a hand on me. 

As he approached me, I bit my lip, felt my hands clench and unclench as I moved slowly and deliberately towards him.  As soon as he entered my personal space, I planted my feet further apart to let him know I was standing my ground.  I defiantly said: “If you touch me with that damn paddle, I’ll break it over your f%*@king head.” 

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, as his eyes widened he seemed to be doing a double take about the whole situation.  He was probably stunned by my language.  Back then, small town Indiana nice kids weren’t supposed to talk like that.   But I had always been a rebel in those days anyway, and I admit I had a definite problem with authority figures. 

Whatever the reason for his abrupt stop I will never fully know, but after lowering the paddle he looked at me through squinted eyes.  Finding his voice again, he asked: “What did you just say?”

 Infusing as much anger into my voice as I could, I answered: “You heard what I said."  Once I repeated myself he then pointed out I would have to be suspended for three days at the very least.  I lowered my head and mumbled something about how it was going to be the longest three days he would ever see.   With that having been said, I slammed out of his office, walked through the big glass doors, away from the building, never once looking back. 

That son of a bi&@h sure didn’t need to tell me twice.  I knew I was never going back to that school.   I really hated school anymore anyway.  For a long time now school seemed to hold little meaning for me.  I had grown restless and failed to see any reason for continuing high school.  

On any other day but today I would not have liked the eight mile walk home because it usually seemed so long.  But today I was grateful for the distance between the school and my house because it gave me a chance to think as I walked.  While walking the eight mile journey home, I mulled over in my head what I was going to say to my parents about my plans to never go back to high school.  I had been thinking of joining the Army for some time and I could think of no better time than now but I would need my parents to sign papers for me because I was only 16.  I would just need to convince them it was the right decision.  

Steve/Author

As a young soldier in Vietnam

Snowflake and the big move

Snowflake does not like change at all.

In just two weeks we are moving to our farmhouse.  We aren't really sure just how Snowflake will view all of this.  She had kind of a traumatic start in life and she has never been a big one for change.

Whenever we move a new piece of furniture into the home, she runs and hides in the bathroom until we are done.  So when it's time to move all of the furniture out, well, she may not just hide, she may have a heart attack, not literally but an emotional one.  We shall see.

She likes to observe from high up, on my chair.

Whenever she isn't sure what is going on, mildly anyway, she climbs on the back of my office chair because it has a high back.  When I got this chair at a yard sale and moved it in, she sniffed the darn thing for several days before she would even sit in it.  These days she not only sits in it, she loves to sleep in it and climb the back.

Lovin that office chair now.

Content now, but time will tell.

We just may be trying her patience with us to the max by moving.  We aren't sure what she will think of the new place either, but we are sure she will adjust, eventually, finding herself a new window and new horizons to look at.  We have little doubt we may, during the move of all the furniture, have to place her in her kitty carrier.  That way we know she is out of the way and safely not under our feet.  Stay tuned, we will update about the big move and the big adjustment.

Tranquilizers in our future?  For us, that is, not for Snowflake.

Meeting Snowflake

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Total trust of us now.

We wrote a book about rescuing a sweet little kitten in our backyard.  To many people, this is as bad as sharing too many kids pictures.  But, to us, she is a bundle of love and it's been a while since we have owned any pet.  So bear with us.  I also have a very good friend who also owns a cat.  I love to listen to her cat stories when on the phone.  Her cat is like a little dog and he sounds very smart and very sweet.

First night in her box, the night we found her.

We did not set out to have a pet, after all, pets were contraband, according to our landlord.  A cat is a small animal with a litter box.  How much damage can a little kitty do, compared to a dog?  We brought her in anyway because she was tired, hungry, dirty, thirsty and prey to anything larger than she was.  She had no fight left in her.  We knew we couldn't just leave her to the wild, wild, backyard and hostile woods.  

Still not totally trusting us yer here.

 

As you can see, she went from dirty to clean.  Yes we gave her a bath in warm water and to this day, she now likes water.  Amazing.

 

Adopting Steve as her own

Steve was the one who brought her inside.  He carried her by the scruff of the neck just like 'Mom' would do.  We figure she associated Steve with mom now.  She still seeks him out the most.  Every morning she sits outside the bedroom door, waits for him to carry her to the kitchen and be cuddled and petted.

 

She has a new and bigger bed, but refuses to give up her original kitten, small bed.  She won't use the new one, even thought she has clearly outgrown the smaller one.  She does not care. 

She has been a source of a lot of love and she keeps our blood pressure low just by petting her.  Known fact, pets lower stress levels.

 

If you love cats, or just animals in general, we hope you will recommend the book about Snowflake.  A nice book especially for kids about not abandoning any animals.  About being kind and sharing our planet with all creatures.

 

Thanks for reading this.

 

 

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FREE BOOK give away

     * * *Our Holiday Gift to our readers * * * 

We are always looking for fun ways to thank our fans.  We have decided that a free give away would be a great way to jazz things up a bit and help readers get to know us as authors.  The final installment of Something in the Blood series is around the corner, so to help acquaint readers with this story we want to offer a free gift to the first 10 people who contact us at:

weathers1949@hotmail.com  

We would like to send you the first book in the series of “Something in the Blood” absolutely free......................

  Please let us know in your email if you want it personalized or just signed.  If you want a personal message, please let us know what you would like on the inside cover.  Please put FREE BOOK in the Subject line of your email.. AND MAKE SURE YOU INCLUDE YOUR SHIPPING ADDRESS, THIS OFFER IS ONLY OPEN TO U.S.  AND CANADIAN RESIDENTS

We will list the names of the winners on our book blog.

Thank you and Happy Holidays

Steve & Roberta Weathers

Books for the Holidays #2

                 Today's featured book  "Steve and Lacey"

Steve and Lacey takes place in Upstate New York.
"Lacey" - A young girl from small town New York
"Lacey's Dad" - An Army Drill Instructor
"Steve" - An Army Reservist




When Lacey met Steve she felt an
instant attraction to him and she couldn’t get his
boyish smile out of her head. His rugged good
looks and gentle nature made her heart melt. If
it wasn’t love at first sight it sure was as close
to it as anyone could ever come and the best
part was that Steve felt the same way.

But there was a catch, her father disliked
Steve, not personally, but what he stood for,
even though Lacey's dad and Steve were a lot
alike. Steve wanted the Army to be his career.
Her dad was a career Army man too, but her
dad wanted her to marry Jason, a boring
accountant, a nerd in Lacey’s eyes. Jason was
stable, not a career military man like Steve.
Lacey’s father wanted more for her than the rag
tag moving around and never knowing if Steve
would come home from a combat zone.

Meantime Lacey’s dad seems to be feeling not
well and Lacey cannot figure it out, until one 
day, her dad is rushed to the hospital and
diagnosed with kidney failure. On top of all
this, Steve hasn’t written to Lacey from
Afghanistan, where he was sent to be an
interpreter, so now she’s feeling sad over her
dad’s illness and sad over the idea that Steve
has fallen out of love with her.

Since her dad's illness she has been considering
the possibility that her father was right and
maybe Jason, also a good man, will make a
better husband. Lacey wants to go to college
and study music but she is not sure her dad will
live long enough to ever see her marry if she
finishes college first.

Will Lacey ever hear from Steve, or will she
marry Jason, whom she does not love, just to
please her dying father? If you enjoy love stories you will love this book.............................

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Books for the Holiday's

The holiday season is here again and books make great stocking stuffers for adults and children alike. We have a great selection of books for you to choose from. Books of Love,Poetry,War, Vampires, Family and Nursing Homes and even a book for kids about a kitty. Here is today's featured book 

The night of the TET Offensive in Saigon, we were sent to watch the river.  Making sure we were not going to be attacked from the water.

It was a long night, to say the least.  Every time I heard a sound, I kept imagining it was from a VC  or a sapper sneaking in to either blow up our ships or, worse yet, slit our throats.  It was a long night, in the moonlight, trying to see solid figures from mere shadows.  Finally, after what seemed like a night that lasted a week, the daylight shown through and we were able to see the river much more clearly. 

(Excerpt from: A Boy in a Hurry for Manhood to Arrive)

This book is the memoirs of a young soldier who quit High School at the age of 17 to join the Army. It cover the time he was in Vietnam and the heartaches and death he saw, it also covers his return to civilian life and how he just did not seem to fit in as he tried to lead a normal life. A book highly recommended for those in the military or the ones thinking of joining the military.

           Perimeter wire at the edge of the Saigon river

This book is available from Amazon.com and also Barnes & Noble book stores. Author signed copies are available by emailing us direct at weathers1949@hotmail.com

Animals provide love for the elderly

Animals can help reduce loneliness, grief, fear and pain. St. Barley’s had a couple who lived there together for over ten years. After the wife died he started to regress and came out of his room less and less to intermingle. But I did notice that one of the few times he would come out and even have a faint smile on his face was when the animal visits took place.

Residents will, quite often, freely open up around animals because animals provide a safe avenue for communication. Animals do not judge us, do not talk back and are wonderful listeners and basically accept us for who we are.

Animals don’t care what kind of personal issues a person has, the animals live in the here and now. People will usually tell animals things they have never told any human being.

Taking care of an animal also takes a person’s mind off of their own problems, even if it is for a short while. A person caring for an animal must concentrate on caring for another living thing and attend to the animal’s immediate needs and, in turn, this can make a person feel needed, which raises self-esteem. This helps people focus their thoughts on something outside their own immediate problems and can give them a better perspective and help increase a person’s will to live.

Sometimes Administrators take a dim view of incorporating animals into the nursing home setting. Some fear other residents will have allergies or others will trip over animals and get hurt. They also fear residents will incur scratches or bites, but this is ridiculous because many elderly have animals in their private homes, some have several and for good reasons.

Animals help alleviate any loneliness the elderly may start to experience as they age. Animals make a place feel more like a home and much less like an institution and animals can help generate discussions whenever the elderly get together to chat.

Animal antics will usually always make residents laugh, or at least smile while watching them, this hold true for even the most cantankerous resident.

This doesn’t mean every family that tours a facility will like the idea of having animals living in the nursing home. That’s fine, and if it’s the case then maybe they are just too much into the idea of a facility as an institution or hospital.

But if every nursing home, or at least many more of them, adopted animals as part of the permanent setting, most families would just take for granted that the animals are an integral part of the nursing home setting. A nursing home that attracts animal lovers as staff is wonderful too because I tend to feel more at home with people who love animals. Those who love animals are more likely, in my experience, to also give loving care to people too. Where's the down side of that?

To help alleviate any burden placed on staff to care for animals, a facility could employ a high school or college student to come in each day to feed, water, empty litter boxes and maybe even transport an ailing animal to the local vet’s office. Maybe even volunteer groups would be able to just volunteer for this service as well.

But there are way more pros than cons to incorporating animals into a nursing home setting.

Resurrection of a blog

I hadn't been writing on this shared blog as much as I could have been.  We breathed new life back into it recently so I'm continuing to write here once again.

I have been steadily making progress on my third Something in the Blood book.  This is the last and final episode of what happens to the heroine, Cheryl.  There are some interesting twists and turns in the final installment and I hope my readers will enjoy them.  If I am lucky, it will keep readers on the edge of their seats.

I want to take a brief moment to thank my good friend, Suzanne, for giving me at least one interesting idea and I am  weaving it into the story line. I get ideas from news feeds, the Internet, on the street, at the mall, my wonderful husband, at the grocery store and from friends. So my followers on Facebook had better watch out, you never know when you might be giving me ideas for a story.   I love keeping alert to anything that will give me a glimmer of something interesting to place in a book.  

This last one has taken me longer to write because between my computer dying to making sure it is the most interesting ending I can write, it has been a rather long journey.  But it is, as always, an interesting and fun journey.  I want this last one to be my best yet.  

Thanks to all my readers who remain loyal and I want you all to enjoy what happens to the band of vampires of Something in the Blood, the Turning. 



Excerpt: Something in the Blood, the Turning
 I stopped packing for a moment to look at the newspaper lying on the bed.

Visiting detective found dead, three area young women missing.

A detective, who had recently been called in to assist the local police, was found this morning, dead in his car. Police said that three area young women have been reported missing as well. Authorities think there may be a connection between the incidents. Police theory says that the visiting detective had been called in to assist with solving a series of strange murders and missing people in our area. They speculate the detective may have tried to rescue the three young women, confronted the killer and was shot for his heroic efforts. That was all the police report had to offer, we hope to keep you updated as the case unfolds.

Hero indeed, I couldn't help but be irritated by that line, but the part about 'three young women reported missing' did make me feel a twinge of sadness. Sadness for my mom and for Karla's mom too. Not ever knowing where your children went or what happened to them is something they'll have to live with the rest of their lives.

Yet, here we are, here I was, packing to take a trip to move to Transylvania. I figure the police will tire of looking for us, especially with few clues to help them and no bodies to ever confirm we were dead.

We are dead, at least by human standards, but not the lie down in your grave, staying dead, kind of dead. Not in the conventional sense as humans understand death anyway.

My newest project

Two Years in Saigon


I just started the pain staking project of going through all my old slides from Vietnam that have been in a box for nearly 45 years turning them into usable photos to put into my new book project. This will be a large undertaking as I have over 300 slides so I will be working on this project for sometime. The book is to be called "Two Years in Saigon". I just finished the front cover today.
This is to be a pictorial story of my time there and all the places that my duties took me to.

Another great book

I just finished reading the new book by Randy Mixter "Letters from Long Binh" Memories of a Military Policeman in Vietnam

His new book reads like a journal of his day to day life as a MP in Vietnam as told to his girl friend in his letters that he wrote to her almost every day while he was there. His book brings back a lot of memories for this old soul from the times I spent in some of the same places as Randy was. This book tells the story of the duties that he had to preform while there and the things he seen and done along with some of the close calls that he had.  I highly recommend this book to anyone who served in Vietnam or anyone interested in the stories about Vietnam as told by the ones that were there. Check it out today, you wont be disappointed.

Musings from the past

This is my newest project that I just started working on. Poems and pictures of growing up in the Midwest from childhood to adulthood. I hope to have it finished sometime after the first of the year.

Here is a sample poem from the book for your enjoyment.




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My Brothers and Me

The brothers and me, we number at three

Sometimes brothers like you, as you can see

Sometimes they act like you're a pain so big

But sometimes three peas in a pod or three on a tree like figs

Sometimes they are proud to be your brothers

Then there are times, you're a big pest, like no other

I guess that's how siblings work

Sometimes fond of me, other times I'm a little jerk

But brothers are fun to have

When you're hurting, they act like a salve

When you're a pest, they're not at their best

But when I needed protection, they stood against the rest

Brothers can yell and even hit you but no one else dares

If a bully comes calling, I'd say, Beware!

When a little brother's ganged up on, not fair

Then big brothers step in and say: “Come on, we dare!”

Growing up in a family can be fun, full of glee

Growing up with my brothers, we numbered three

They left home, got married too soon, now I see

But it was a lot of fun, when it was big brothers and me

I guess people may say those were the good old days

Full of sunshine, full of long days at play

When looking back, one wishes those days could stay

But everyone grows, or that's what they say

You wish you could place memories in a bottle

Taking memories out on a snowy or rainy day

But for now, it cannot be done that way

So in our memories, our minds, they must stay

(c) S. Weathers 2011