I felt the need to write tonight. I heard from my family yesterday that my Aunt, Molene Marshall passed away. After the first moments of sadness and loss, I began thinking about the times I spent as a child at her house. She lived in Tennessee where I grew up. She was married to my Uncle Eb. We would go over to Uncle Ted's house first which was just down the road from from Aunt Molene. Uncle Ted never married and lived alone. Uncle Eb and Aunt Molene had people at their house always, so it seemed if we would always end up at their house. The adult would play cards in the kitchen while we kids played out in the yard. When my grandparents came down from Michigan, some of my cousins would come with them. We ran around outside, playing tag, ball, going fishing, all the things kids used to do in the open country where you didn't have to worry about the sickos and perverts.
At night, we would go back to Uncle Ted's and play Ghost in the Graveyard. It is a variation of tag. You could only play at night. One person was the ghost and would hide behind the house. Everyone else would start on the front porch and count as loud as possible "one oclock, two oclock, three oclock, four oclock, five oclock six oclock, seven oclock, eight oclock, nine oclock, ten oclock, eleven oclock, twelve oclock. Starlight, starbright, I hope I don't see a ghost tonight." Then we would leave the safety of the porch and frond yard to travel around the house to try to outrun the ghost. If you got caught, you had to hide with the ghost to try to grab the rest of the family.
Of course, this being an old farm house out in the country, there were clotheslines hung in the back yard. At least one person was clotheslined for real everytime we played.
I can still hear my family laughing and screaming as we tried to outrun the ghost.
I guess tonight I gave myself too much time to think about those times. I lost touch with much of my family over the years, but I am reconnecting with them now through facebook. It is weird to see my cousins I remember as little kids posting pics of their little ones.
I read their updates and rejoice when they have good news, and my heart breaks when they have hard times. I don't always reply to them, but I hope they all know how much I love them and wish I could be there to celebrate when they have something good, or to hug them and fight for them when they have hardships. It is silly, I can write a book, but to express how much I love them I find hard.
I have great family. I have been blessed with a wonderful little sister, a great big brother, and a bunch of silly, funny, crazy cousins. So to all of you who read this, I will make it clear right now, even though I don't say it very often, I love you guys and miss our times together. Although we are spread out all over the place, grown up with families of our own, in my heart we always are and always will be that bunch of kids running around the house screaming and chasing each other. Love you all!
I think Aunt Molene would be glad that her passing made me reflect on family. Family was her life. I love you Aunt Mo and will miss you. You were a great influence on us all.
I need to sign off for now, my eyes are getting wet, must be getting a cold. I will try to write more soon, until then be good and hug a family member.