Remembering Days Made Me Happy by Rebecca Duncan

 
Dear Diary,

I remember when the memories started to fade. I remember when I could no longer recall the look of pride in my father’s eyes when I achieved something great. I remember when I could no longer recall the tenderness of my mother’s touch. I remember when I could no longer recall the feeling of worry and apprehension when my brothers fought in the war.

But as I glance at these next moments in time, I remember:

I remember the day we made our way down to Niantic. I remember the slight winds blowing my dress about as I took a walk with my father. I remember the crinkles in his eyes whenever he smiled. I remember the feeling of safety I felt whenever I was with my brothers. I remember the feeling of oblivious giddiness as I played with my sisters. I remember the beautiful melodies we created as a family in the south parlor. As I look at this photograph of photographs I remember all the days made happy and so much more.

Yours Truly,
Frances McCook

 

 

Duncan Scrapbook

Frances Agnes McCook’s photographs. Photograph by Carolyn Bernier. Permission to use image given by Butler-McCook House.

 



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