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AS TIME PASSES BY ONE SITS AN CONTEMPLATES . JUST HOW THE FUTURE MAY UNFOLD . THE WINTER CHILL HAS LONG GONE AN TURNED INTO FULL BLOWN SUMMERTIME .. ALSO KNOW AS THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER .... A PERFECT TIME FOR SITTING ON THE FRONT PORCH ... AN SIPPING AWAY A COOL DRINK ... REMINISCING AWAY THE DAY ... REMEMBERING DAYS LONG GONE ....GOOD TIMES PASSED N REFRESHING THE SOUL OF TIMES OF DELIGHT ... SHARED ACCOMPANIMENT'S AN HOW IT USED TO BE COMES TO MIND ...AS THE SHADE FROM THE OLD OAK TREES STRAIN OUT THE HEAT OF THE DAY ....TIME SEEMS TO TICK BY AT THE SLOWEST PACE ...LOOKING DOWN AT MY TRUSTY CARTIER WATCH IT'S STILL TICKING BUT THE DAY LINGERS ON IN THE SUMMER HEAT .. HUMIDITY SO THICK YOU CAN SEE IT IN THE THICK FOGGY AIR..... THE SOUNDS OF THE KATYDID'S BUZZING IN THE TREES ....THEY'RE SCREAMING BUZZ LULLS THE MIND INTO A DISTANT DREAM AN TAKING A NAP SEEMS TO BE THE ESSENTIAL ACTION OF THE DAY ....THE SOUND OF SOME DISTANT LAWNMOWER WHIRRING ADDS TO THE LULLING EFFECT ....ALTHOUGH THE HEAT CAUSING BEADS OF PERSPIRATION DRIPPING DOWN MY BROW SNAPS ME OUT OF THE TRANQUILITY SEARING SWEAT STINGS THE EYES .. ANOTHER DRINK IS A CERTAIN NECESSITY ....REVIVING MY ENERGY TO GET UP I STAGGER INTO THE HOUSE ....MIX UP A CONCOCTION LEARNED OF LONG SINCE PASSED TO REPEL THE NEVER ENDING HEAT ...A FRUIT JUICE STINGER FLUID WITH PURE GRAIN ALCOHOL CHASED WITH CRUSHED ICE ....SEEMS TO BE THE ALTERNATIVE TO EASE THE TENSIONS OF THE DAY ...ALL NEGATIVITY FROM PAST MEMORIES FADE INTO THE WHIRRING BUZZ OF THE TREE BUGS ....ONCE LONG AGO I WAS TOLD BY AN OLD WISE MAMIE ..MY TRUSTY LOVING CARETAKER LOOKING OVER ME ......THAT NOISE IS FROM THE TREE BUGS THEY ARE SCREAMING FOR THE RAIN TO COME N COOL THE DAY .........YOU WAIT SOON AS THE RAIN COMES THEY WILL ALL QUIET DOWN AS THE RAIN COOLS THE DAY OFF...HER NAME WAS EFFIE MAE A BIG BLUE BLACK WOMAN THAT USED TO SUCKLE ME WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WHIPPER SNAPPER TO KEEP ME QUIET ... WHILE SHE WENT ABOUT DOING THE HOUSE WORKING CHORES . CLAMORING ME UP TO HER BOSOM IN ONE ARM . WHILE FRET TIN ABOUT THE HOUSE ..MAKING SURE THERE WAS NO SIGNIFICANCE OF DUST TO BE SEEN OR FOUND AS TO IT MY MOTHER WOULD POINT IT OUT AN CAUSE MUCH UNDUE SCURRYING FOR A HOT SUMMER DAY ... EFFIE MAE LIVED IN THE HOUSE GARAGE WHERE A ROOM TRANSFERRED INTO A SERVANTS QUARTERS WITH HER OWN BATHROOM N SIT TIN ROOM TOO...ALTHOUGH THE MAIN HOUSE HAD PLENTY OF ROOMS AN FEW WERE USED . THIS SPECIAL PLACE WAS AS SHE POINTED OUT WAS HER PLACE AWAY FROM THE FAMILY N GIVING HER SHELTER N REST WHEN THE DAY PASSES INTO THE EVENING ....MANY YEARS PASSED IN MY YOUTH ...RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE SHE PASSED DOWN PLENTY OF WISDOM .......AS I WAS CONSTANTLY GETTING IN THE WAY .. GET YER SELF OUTSIDE N DON'T GET DIRTY.. ONE ALWAYS PERPLEXING STATEMENT OF HOW A YOUNG UN SUCH AS I COULD VENTURE OUTSIDE FOR THE DAY N PLAY WITHOUT GETTING DIRTY WAS ALWAYS A STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION ...WHEN WHALLERING IN THE GRASS, CHASING THE CAT UNDER THE HOUSE AND PLENTY OF OTHER EXCURSIONS..... IN THOSE DAYS HOUSES WERE UP ON BLOCKS WITH PLENTY A DISTANCE OF CRAWL ABLE SPACE ...PLUMBING ELECTRICAL AN THE NEWLY INSTALLED VENTILATION SYSTEM WAS PASSAGEWAYS N ROUTES TO FILL THE IMAGINATION OF A CAVE EXPLORER DREAM ....THE DARK RECESSES OF THE ROOT CELLAR I CHASED THE CAT N EXPLORED COMPLETELY OBLITERATE OF THE DIRT I WAS CRAWLING AROUND IN FILLING MY SHOES N CUFFS OF MY OVERALLS ...I WAS ALWAYS GETTING INTO SOMETHING THROWING ROCKS AT THE POND ALSO RUNNING DOWN THE ENDLESS ALLEYWAY'S BETWEEN THE ESTATE HOMES ........AN THAT OLD ABANDONED HOUSE DOWN THE STREET WHERE A TREE FELL ON IT N SQUISHED IT TO THE GROUND KNOCKING OFF IT BLOCKS AN SITTING AT AN ANGLE I EXPLORED TO ALL HOURS OF THE DAY IT SEEMED THEY JUST LEFT ..FURNITURE FILLED THE PASSAGEWAYS ALL SLID TO ONE SIDE.... A DIRT N DUST LAYER COVERED EVERYTHING IN AN EERIE SORT OF WAY ...RATS FORAGING ON WHAT EVER LEFT IN THE CUPBOARDS N ROOT CELLAR WHERE ENDLESS JARS OF VARIABLE FRUITS JELLIES N PRESERVES LAY