Rambling Memories #1

     I numbered this post because I'm sure this won't be the only one that's classified as reminiscing.  It's something I do very well. 

     I recently wrote a song called "Granny's Sweet Tea".  I usually tend to lean toward tougher subjects in my writing, so this was actually a really nice change for me.  It's kind of a contrast between the insanity of my life now vs. the simple pleasures I enjoyed when I was a kid. 

     Now, if you would have asked me then, it would have been a different story. I always thought it was weird, and kinda sucked, to be the only one of my friends from school who lived out of "Town".  We used water from a well and I climbed trees, made trails, and built forts out of limbs and pine straw.  There were always a bunch of other kids around because we lived in a little community of mostly kin folks. 

     I remember my best friend had come to spend the night.  She was a country girl too from just up the road.  We had this great idea to pack up some food and go try to walk to her house from mine through the woods...about a 7 or 8 mile trip at least.  But we had all day and we were sure we could make it, so we took off. 

     May I add that now that I'm a mother, I can't imagine letting my kid take off through the woods in Alabama in the middle of the summer time.  Snakes scare me.  I guess I've gone soft in my old age.

     But, we had a blast and after a while, we came out into a clearing.  We were sure we were most of the way there.  Then I realized...man, this really looks familiar.  I realized that we were in my aunt's yard, right across the highway from my house.  So we just went in a big fat circle.

     We weren't really upset by it, the ultimate goal was accomplished...we got to spend the day in the woods pretending we knew where we were going and what we were doing. 

     After a day like this, hard work put in and all, there was nothing better on earth than sitting down with my granny, drinking her amazing sweet tea and telling her all about it.  Whether it was or not, I'm sure I know, but she sure acted like it was the most fascinating story she'd ever heard.  Every time. 

     Sometimes I wish songs didn't have to be limited on time.  Because I could go on and on about the sweet, earthy smell of grass, the crunch of the leaves and pine straw under my feet, and the heavy, warm comfort of the air after an Alabama summer day.  But I do feel that I captured the fun simplicity of telling granny all about my latest adventure over a glass of the best sweet tea on earth.

      I'm so blessed and thankful to have grown up the way I did.  I could be anything I wanted to be on any given day, because I lived in a world of unlimited possibilities.  I made homes for fairies; I rode my horse through the woods and pretended to be Pocahontas; I surfed on tree limbs; I was an explorer searching for new animals and rock formations.  Anything you can imagine.

     I'm also so thankful that I still have my granny.  She's still just the same as she was then, and it's wonderful that my kids get to make memories with her too.

     Here are the lyrics for "Granny's Sweet Tea":

Lookin' in the mirror now, I'm not sure what I see

Sometimes I feel so far away from who I used to be

But I recall dirty fingernails and grass stains on my jeans

Runnin' to the kitchen for a glass of Granny's sweet tea

 

My reflection from that muddy pond was always crystal clear

But there was a voice deep inside I couldn't help but hear

Tellin' me someday I'd have to hit that blacktop road

Cause I had me a fiery wild hair the Lord himself had sewn

 

In my mind, I'm headed back

to 1994 on a backroad Bama map

When I get tired of this crazy dream

I close my eyes and I'm in the porch swing

Sippin' on Granny's sweet tea

 

Daddy said there were things I sure was gonna miss

But back then, I always knew better than Daddy did

Out here on the road tonight, man I sure do wish

I could rewind, turn back time and do it all again

 

In my mind, I'm headed back

To 1994 on a backroad Bama map

When I get tired of this crazy dream

I close my eyes and I'm in the porch swing

Sippin' on Granny's sweet tea

 

In my mind, I'm headed back

To 1994 on a backroad Bama map

When I get tired of this crazy dream

I close my eyes and I'm in the porch swing

Sippin on Granny's sweet tea

 

I close my eyes and I'm in the porch swing

Sippin on Granny's sweet tea