Gunny456 said:
First thing we would do in the early morning working on fences or in the field would be to go pick a watermelon and put it in the river. By lunch time it was nice and cool to eat. We would sprinkle a little salt on it as well.
I can still see my grandad and my dad sittin under a big cypress tree along side the Guadalupe in the shade….. nice breeze. Take a little siesta then back to work.
We were dirt poor but I would go back there in a heartbeat if I could just spend an hour or two with them again.
We tossed our melons in a creek, in one of the deeper pools. And I always sprinkle a little salt on watermelon!
We too were dirt poor, but so many others had about what we had. I remember no envy of those who had a lot, everyone knew who they were, but so many of us were in the same boat, we just lived our lives.
I hear you on spending and hour or two with them again. My grandparents were all dead when I was born, but I'd go back to spend time with my dad. I dreamed I got that chance, was told to meet him at a certain place on a specific time and day. In the dream, I spent time deciding what I wanted to show him and I got a kid's wagon and loaded it down with awards I'd gotten at A&M, trophies from various sports, those sorts of things, things I thought he might like to see. On the appointed day, I pulled my wagon down this canal bank until I got to some woods. And there he stood. But he was not the man I remember, he was 33 when I was born and he was 69 when he died. But he stood there as a man of around 25 in his Marine uniform (not the dress blues) and, of course, I never knew him at that age, but I recognized him from pictures I'd seen. It was pretty awkward and after a bit of silence, I said to him, let me show you what I brought. After I had pulled out two or three things, he said to me that all those things were nice, but what he wanted to see was me.
So yeah, I'd give a significant amount to be able to spend a day with him. But I wouldn't take a wagon.