~Fond Memories~

~Jo Ann~

I love to think back when I was a child.
Thinking of the evenings and the beginning of fall.
My brother and I had chores to do.

His was to bring in the coal for our two stoves. One
stove was for cooking, the other to keep us warm.
I had to do the supper dishes- washing, drying and
putting them away.

Then if it wasn't dark, we would go out and play-
until my mom would call to us, and say, it's time
to come in. It was the same every evening.

We would go inside. The radio would be ready
to go off the air for the night. The last song
they would play would be, "Come on Home
it's Supper Time."

The meaning of the song is that the
mom is calling all her children home.
They are going to the Greatest Supper Of All--
having it with Christ in their new home.

Now when I hear that old song, it always makes
me think of my mom and memories
of the years as a child-Mom, my brother and me.

Written-2006 By, Jo Ann Reardon

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