Last week Thursday to be exact, I heard way off in the distance towards the creek (Jackson Creek) and Grandma’s house my first Whippoorwill of the season…
I love to hear these birds sing their song. It brings up so many memories. Of what I can’t say exactly. But they all ways set my mind a spinning round . Of old houses back off the road, that no one occupies now. Of green grass, and buttercups and and old rose bushes. Of long ago flower gardens with zinnias, marigolds and petunias and an old picket fence to keep the cows out (no I only saw this beautiful garden in my mind from the stories I was told of it) I am sure I could never have one as pretty as the one my Great Grandma Nancy grew and Grandma told me about. Of cedar trees each set out for a child born. Smoke houses and wood sheds. Ash piles from the wood stove. (Grandma all ways said Whippoorwills came to ash piles) No I don’t know why! Of Blackberry picking and the wonderful jelly!
This evening there were several Whippoorwills singing their song… they were much closer than last week. It was like a grand symphony to me!
I thought of Grandma and her garden, and her quilts and her love for her family. How I thank God for her and her influence in my life. How she helped me thru the years. How I miss her. I had the very best Grandma any girl could ever have had in Lyde Delk (my Daddy”s Mother) … Any good , anything right in me is there because of her guiding, loving influence in my life…
Yes I love to hear Whippoorwills ! They cause me to remember so much good 
, and to know how much I was loved.
