It was a townhouse
that stood two-stories
tall, where fond memories
float about, and where I
wore pigtails and a smile.
I recall my foot landing
on the bottom step, and
Morton would offer his
feathery hello, and in my
language, the same I
would bestow.

This is the home where
Mom gave me a frog
that would live forever. It
was made with time, love,
red corduroy and beans.
I named him Sam, and he
meant the world to me.

Events from two days ago
can be obscure, yet visions
of my first day of kindergarten
remain vivid, wearing a
plaid jumper, black and white
saddle shoes, and riding in the
big, yellow school bus. This was
a time when Mom and Dad
were still with us…

Lauren Scott Β© 2018
(re-write & I’m the baby)❀




39 thoughts on “Tanglewood

    1. Thanks, Alison. I can’t say that I’m happy you can relate because it’s tough not having our parents in our physical lives. But I am glad you understand how I feel. I think of them each day and miss them so much. Hugs πŸ’—

    1. Thanks so much, Balroop! There are many parts of my school years that I don’t remember, but this first day of kindergarten remains vivid for some unknown reason. And I wish my parents were still around, too. Thanks also about the photo, and I’m the baby. πŸ™‚ I have two older sisters, and we’re all very close. πŸ’•

      1. Thank you, and yes, they are. But I’m so sorry you were very young when your dad passed. Life throws its curve balls, and most of the time, they seem so unfair. My parents lived a good, long life though, so I can’t complain. I just miss them…xo

  1. Loved reading your memories, Lauren. Nostalgic days when our parents were still with us….so very relatable! And what a sweet photo of you all. πŸ€—
    (I still vividly remember my first day of kindergarten too!)
    Hugs! πŸ’žπŸ’ž

    1. Thanks, Betty, and I know many of us can relate now at our age. I’m glad you liked the photo, too. It’s one of my favorites when I was a baby. πŸ™‚ Even though there were 10/11 years between my sisters and I, we’ve all stayed close. So, you remember your first day of kindergarten too? It’s funny, there are so many school memories that I don’t have, but this is one that stays with me. Sending hugs, too, and have a good weekend! ❀🌼🌻🌷

  2. Beautiful post Lauren and I love your picture. So the pretty little girl is you😊 , the whole family is a beautiful bunch.
    Like you I feel the presence and strength of love of my parents and by them
    and every time I go back to visit my island I feel it is unreal they are not there.
    We are lucky though as many haven’t experienced this strength and carry
    memories that sustain.πŸ€— .


    1. Thank you for your lovely words, Miriam. Yes, that little baby girl is me. πŸ™‚ When you mentioned “unreal they are not there” that’s exactly how I feel. Sometimes, I still feel like I can simply pick up the phone and call them…but you are right, we are very luck to have these wonderful, loving memories. Wishing you a good weekend. πŸ’—

  3. Not everything we experience in childhood can be remembered but there are events that do stay clear in the mind and they are real not an invention merging many experiences over time. I have a few of the memories from that same age and its surprising how pictures taken by parents long ago can bring back more from backup storage and those memories reinforced by parents who share those memories.

  4. A beautiful nostalgic memory Lauren, for some reason the memory of the old yellow school bus, always reminds me of better times, home was complete, family together and the laughter of children on another adventure to school.
    A beautiful reminisce Lauren.

    1. Thanks so much, Ian, and I love your thoughts on the school bus, which reminds me of simpler times. Sometimes, I wish to go back to those simpler days, but as we know, there’s no going back. So, all we can do is find a balance. πŸ™‚ Thanks again, dear friend, and have a good start to your week!

  5. Lauren! I was thinking about you just before. I barely ever use WordPress anymore but I was actually looking at some photos from a friends blog and it reminded me of you (I don’t know why) but thought I would pay a visit. I miss sharing things with you. I’m going to go through all your recent posts. Miss you xx

    1. Hi Bianca! I’m so glad you popped in! I think of you often and other friends who aren’t blogging anymore. It’s kind of a nostalgic feeling. I miss sharing with you, too, and miss You!! I closed my fb page, so I’m just on WP for now. Anyway, take care and hope to see you again soon! Big hugs πŸ€—β€οΈ

  6. So true about memory Lauren. I can barely tell you what I ate for dinner last night but have no problems remembering vivid things about my childhood. ❀

    1. I’m glad I’m not the only one, Deb. Have you ever forgotten where you parked your car? πŸ™‚ But remembering great past memories is always a good thing. Enjoy the rest of your week. πŸ’—πŸŒΌ

      1. Lol, I sure can. Isn’t that what the little feature on the car fob is for to sound the alarm to find your car? Lol, works for me. πŸ™‚ xx

  7. So beautiful and powerful, Lauren! The photo is so lovely and a wonderful reminder of those kindergarten days. Sending you much love and big hugs! xoxo ❀❀❀

    1. Thanks again, Sarah! Sometimes it’s hard to know whether re-posting a poem is good or not. Thanks about the photo, too. Every day I think of my parents, still wishing they were around, but also feeling close through these great memories and photos. Sending love and hugs to you, too, and have a great weekend! ❀🌷✨🏡

  8. Sam holds many memories. Touch him and touch the spots that felt the fingers of your Mom and Dad. Feel him, knead the granular beans – they must have felt the same. Sam bridges time and connects memories. A very valuable gift indeed.

    1. Wow, your words went straight to my heart, Eric. Sam is a wonderful gift and brings back so many memories. Mom also made a lime green dog, but he has been missing for quite some time now. Although he’s probably mixed in with the kids’ stuff in their closets. πŸ™‚ Hugs and blessings!

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