Growing up on the
river, we had many trees along the water’s edge, along with a hedgerow. There
were four or so willow trees that bordered our yard with our neighbor’s yard. I
remember them being tall and round and no way were they climbable. No way!
Not only were
their trunks tall and round, but their Roots, long and thick reached out both
above and below the ground. Playing there, sometimes we’d trip and fall, but we’d
get back up and keep on playing whatever game it was at the time.
I had read somewhere
that Roots of trees have approximately the same reach below (or sometimes
above) ground as a tree’s foliage. Judging by the width and towering height of
those trees by the river, I would say their Roots were long and deep.
Zak Brown has a
song titled, “Roots.” Not surprisingly, the song talks about growing up in a
small town surrounded by family and friends and familiar things. Trucks and
fried chicken. Kids running barefoot. Chores. A beer or two. A lot of songs
like that in country music. Honestly, I don’t tire of them. Each a little
different both in tune and perspective.
One lyric strikes
a chord in me each time I hear it: “. . . I wouldn't change a thing; It made
the man I am today . . .”
Kim, Emily and I just
returned from a small eleven day vacation to Wisconsin, and I can honestly say
it was all about Roots.
We visited with
Kim’s sister, Brenda and her husband, Mark. We traveled to spend two nights
with my brother, Jim and his wife, Laurie. This was especially important to me
because Jim had open heart surgery and I don’t nearly get to spend enough time
with him. He looked great. He had his normal wry humor and was his old funny
and sarcastic self. I miss him.
We traveled to The
Dells. Anyone from a tri-state area knows The Dells. A great place to buy Carmel Apples and other small gifts and build upon memories. We visited the college
Kim and I graduated from and found that it got bigger. Neither of us recognized
some of the buildings.
Next stop, the
cottage in Northern Wisconsin. It, too, had changed. It was always one of our
favorite places to spend time. A bonfire and conversation filled with laughter
and reminiscence. Rides in the boat and the ATV. It was a place our son, Wil,
enjoyed, which was why we spent the 11th and 12th there.
From there, we
spent two nights with Kim’s parents, who I am as close to as if they were my
own. We visited one of my other brothers, Jack and his wife. A nice afternoon
and dinner with them. And on our way to spend our final day and evening with
dear friends, we stopped by the gravesite of my mom and dad. Buried side by
side. A fairly unremarkable stone for each. Kind of plain, really. The way they
had wanted it.
And as always,
time ran out and we had to come back home. Yet, we still have our memories and
our Roots have been revisited and renewed. Strengthened, somehow, even in some
small way.
And I can hear Zak
singing in the background as I write this, “. . . I wouldn't change a thing:
It made the man I
am today . . .” Perhaps your Roots do the same for you. Something to think
about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
To My Readers:
I finished my
fifth work of thriller/suspense fiction,
Caught in a Web and I’ll keep you
posted as to when it will be published. While we wait, I am busy having fun
with my sixth, Spiral Into Darkness.
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If you like Thriller/Suspense fiction, check out my
novels:
Available on Amazon for .99 the Lives Trilogy Prequel,
Taking Lives:
FBI Agent Pete
Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys
left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they don’t know
one another, the lives of FBI Agent Kelliher and two boys become interwoven
with the same thread that Pete Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them
are on a collision course and when that happens, their lives are in jeopardy as
each search for a way out. http://bit.ly/Taking-Lives-JLewis
Stolen Lives, Book One of the Lives Trilogy:
Two thirteen year
old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI
agents have 24 hours to find them or they’ll end up like all the others- dead!
They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. And the possibility exists
that one of his team members might be involved. http://bit.ly/Stolen-Lives-JLewis
Shattered Lives, Book Two of the Lives Trilogy:
A 14 year old boy
stands in the kitchen pointing a gun at his uncle. There are many reasons for
him to pull the trigger. Mainly, he had started it all. http://bit.ly/Shattered-Lives-J-Lewis
Splintered Lives, Book Three of the Lives Trilogy:
A 14 year old boy is willing to make the
ultimate sacrifice. High up on an Arizona mesa, he faces three desperate and
dangerous men in hopes of saving his father and his brothers. http://bit.ly/Splintered-Lives-J-Lewis
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