{"id":1305,"date":"2012-09-07T19:53:07","date_gmt":"2012-09-07T18:53:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gollygoshcafe.com\/?p=1305"},"modified":"2012-10-20T13:35:00","modified_gmt":"2012-10-20T12:35:00","slug":"remembering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gollygoshcafe.com\/?p=1305","title":{"rendered":"childhood things"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Many years have passed since those summer days
\nAmong the fields of barley
\nSee the children run as the sun goes down
\nAmong the fields of gold
\nYou’ll remember me when the west wind moves
\nUpon the fields of barley ~ Sting<\/p>\n

Each stop saw the bus empty and in time there would only be Maggie, Jan and the driver left. They were the last stop and as usual the driver was in no hurry. This really was the most beautiful of places and Maggie was grateful for being in this place at this time. She never wanted to be anywhere else.<\/p>\n

She had grown quieter throughout the journey, mulling over the numerous action lists and things that needed to be done, the letter that had arrived in the post that morning lying unopened on the kitchen table, the end of another summer that always left her a little sad.<\/p>\n

Maggie leaned against the window and shut her eyes tightly to block out the external distractions and remembered one glorious lifetime ago summer.\u00a0 Maggie and Jan.\u00a0 Jan and Maggie.\u00a0 Inseparable.<\/p>\n

A summer of bright red shorts and red satin ribbon tangled\u00a0in\u00a0her blond curly hair; yellow cornfields and the wrath of a checked shirted farmer; jumping waves and chasing the wind; running as fast as they could along the beach; climbing and hiding and bumps and scrapes; riding bikes and swings and dizziness and giggles;\u00a0standing on tiptoes and two\u00a0 boys they would never see again. A memory of shiny dark to black hair, of golden skin not of these parts, of straight white teeth and a voice and accent that could only be described as posh. She’d never forgotten.\u00a0 Smiling and eyelashes glistening.<\/p>\n

One glorious summer in childhood; one treasured memory.<\/p>\n

Maggie\u2019s enjoyment of nostalgia was to be short lived as Jan interrupted, landing herself with a bump into the free space beside her. Multi-coloured shopping bags full to bursting, spread out and now resting on their knees. Jan\u2019s excitement clearly reflected in the break-neck speed chitter-chatter. Maggie found it hard to keep up.\u00a0 Oh for a little quiet. <\/em>But it was not to be.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s drop in to Golly Gosh<\/em> for a quick cuppa …\u00a0and I can show Sally my holiday things!<\/em><\/p>\n

Maggie.\u00a0 Forced to let go of the memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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