http://gingerbreadcastlelibrary.com Children, Commerce, Community and Culture Sun, 23 Dec 2012 22:53:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.1 http://gingerbreadcastlelibrary.com/children/#comment-41 sherry hulings Thu, 10 May 2012 12:20:43 +0000 http://gingerbreadcastlelibrary.com/?page_id=40#comment-41 Beautiful memories of your mother and the peaceful setting to frame it all in your mind forever. Beautiful memories of your mother and the peaceful setting to frame it all in your mind forever.

]]> http://gingerbreadcastlelibrary.com/children/#comment-6 Thomas V. Burd Sun, 22 Apr 2012 02:13:24 +0000 http://gingerbreadcastlelibrary.com/?page_id=40#comment-6 Sitting along side of the small pond they had full of gold fish and ducks with my mother and younger brother as we waited for my sister to get done working her shift in the castle. We would bring bread to feed the ducks and corn for the fish. But the best part was listening to my mother sing to us as we tended to the fish and ducks. My brother and I would always ask mom to sing another song when she was done with the last. As always it would be time to leave and head home. But mom would always say that we have tomorrow, and we will come back. We did this for several years, three times to four times a week. Things have changed since then. Mom has passed and we all moved and grew up and have our own families. But you know, I was home last month and went down to walk around. Things have changed and the fish and ducks are gone. But I can still hear my mother singing as the wind blew and the tress rustled. Some things will always be there no matter what. Sitting along side of the small pond they had full of gold fish and ducks with my mother and younger brother as we waited for my sister to get done working her shift in the castle. We would bring bread to feed the ducks and corn for the fish. But the best part was listening to my mother sing to us as we tended to the fish and ducks. My brother and I would always ask mom to sing another song when she was done with the last. As always it would be time to leave and head home. But mom would always say that we have tomorrow, and we will come back. We did this for several years, three times to four times a week. Things have changed since then. Mom has passed and we all moved and grew up and have our own families. But you know, I was home last month and went down to walk around. Things have changed and the fish and ducks are gone. But I can still hear my mother singing as the wind blew and the tress rustled. Some things will always be there no matter what.

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