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The Paw Paw River Journal

Long autumn thoughts

We have reached that time of year!  Some evening just step outside and take a deep breath… a tang in the air, a crispness.  Golden trees hang motionless in the still night air, a slight smell of smoke.  We’re not supposed to burn leaves any more.  Perhaps some neighbor has started his fireplace.  If it is Friday night we can hear the crowds cheering our football team in the high school stadium.

This is my favorite time of year.  Its beauty is tinged with sadness, because we know what is coming after!  But I like winter too… it’s just that it gets old later waiting for spring renewal.  Each season has its own beauty, and something about this time of year always makes me want to sum up… to think back… consider what the year has had to offer.  And what good use we have made of the chance to enjoy another round of changes in God’s world.

We started out with spring… new growth, new hope, and a tabula rasa (clean slate) on which to write the events of our lives.   When I was a kid, spring was always special… the green wind, smelling of change… get off those old clunky winter shoes and if lucky get some new tennis shoes.  Light and feathery… they always put wings on our feet.  We had no special name brand running foot wear, just tennis shoes… but always special.

We flew kites in the open fields south of town.  My Dad made me a box kite… it was patriotic red, white, and blue… also special!  A little warmer, then we could go out to Hog Creek, east of Hartford… fishing and a camp fire.  We saved money for a can of pork and beans, and maybe even a tin of kippered snacks!  First time we tried heating the beans in a camp fire, we didn’t know enough to punch a hole in the can.  And it blew!  Sent can and a trail of beans out over the water.

Summers were for swimming… whenever and wherever we got the chance.  Lucky thing our folks liked picnics… that meant a park… water… swimming!  Is Lake Michigan warmer now than it was back in the day?  Seems as though we went in, even with chattering teeth, and a re