A few months from my 82nd birthday, visiting an old home the family once lived in brought back members and tears to my eyes. Its odd how I can still see faces and hear voices from that old house. The happy times, the sad times,
There were two old homes that I raised my family in, one in Lansing and the other in St. Ignace, Mi.
Oh yes, some very fond members and some very sad ones too.
If only I could turn time back and relive those years and enjoy the happy time in a brighter light and correct the saddest times.
But being an aviator at heart there is an old poem I once read and still remember about flying machines. It goes something like this.
Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines scattered around on the ground. Sweet dreams and Flying Machines. Sweet Dreams and ………………….
The loftiness of our high flying dreams come crashing down, while our best of time dreams fly higher than the clouds. Above the rain and storms.
A few months from my 82nd birthday, visiting an old home the family once lived in brought back members and tears to my eyes. Its odd how I can still see faces and hear voices from that old house. The happy times, the sad times,
There were two old homes that I raised my family in, one in Lansing and the other in St. Ignace, Mi.
Oh yes, some very fond members and some very sad ones too.
If only I could turn time back and relive those years and enjoy the happy time in a brighter light and correct the saddest times.
But being an aviator at heart there is an old poem I once read and still remember about flying machines. It goes something like this.
Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines scattered around on the ground. Sweet dreams and Flying Machines. Sweet Dreams and ………………….
The loftiness of our high flying dreams come crashing down, while our best of time dreams fly higher than the clouds. Above the rain and storms.
aka russtter