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A Place in Time

by Brenda Dworaczyk

Often I get sentimental and reflect
Upon the days of my childhood.
Cherished memories, I have discovered,
Mean more than possessions ever could.

My youth was spent in a unique, small town
Whose face was constant and familiar.
It made me feel like I was "somebody"
Its security was a valuable treasure.

If i could turn back time today
To any given day or situation,
What would I choose to re-visit?
And how could I select just one?

I might go back to '53 and
Catch Mrs. Steinburg in her flower garden,
And stop, and talk, and let her know
How beautiful she made my world then.

One person I would love to see,
Is Mr. Middlebrook down on Main Street.
I wonder if he ever knew I thought he was
A kind giant in that grocery office seat.

Main street in the fifties, Seadrift.
Why, I knew every person there.
I can still see Mrs. Ryon in a flowered dress,
Umbrella and a large hat over her hair.

Of course there was Mrs. Jim Coward
Sweepin' off her porch and walk,
And sometimes chasing "Raymond"
To keep from listening to him talk.

Peach pie has never been the same
As it was after school down at Sever's Cafe,
With good friends to laugh and chat with,
Durrell, Bro. Bob, - they always had something to say.

I'd breath fresh air and sweet honeysuckle
And catch horned toads and put them in a sack.
I'd investigate everything along the way
As I walked barefoot on the railroad track.

Maybe I should choose to see Miss Clara and Miss Azile.
They would tell me when they were girls,
While we sip hot chocolate in the Hotel Lafitte.
There were no finder ladies in all of the world.

And wouldn't I love to go out to the "swimmin" hole
To swim where the bay was fresh and clean,
And run and laugh and meet with friends,
Those who it's been years since I've seen.

My "fifties" town is no longer here.
My children will never see it.
But in my heart and in my mind,
I return quite often to visit.