BRIGHT MEMORIES
BY DON DOUCETTE
I’ve seen mentions this week of fireflies and favorite personal childhood memories bubbled up.
We lived for a few years on our grandparent’s Thurber Farm homestead off Thurber Avenue in Attleboro.
I recall riding down our steep driveway during warm summer evenings – those extended evenings of lingering daylight when day fades to night as a warm glow lingered in the western sky and early bright stars shown as the humidity thickened the air.
I recall in the headlight beams the scattering of wild bunnies from the lawn as rumps and cotton tails bobbed for cover as yet, nibbling their last bites of wild clover.
And the evening magic of increasing night sounds like an orchestra tuning and the many glowing fireflies displaying throughout our grandmother’s stunning flower garden.
Her stands of tall hollyhocks were magnificent as the many fireflies glowed amongst those tall floral silhouettes.
And the magic of lingering extended moments on the back stoop admiring our private light display and the reluctant entry into the old farmhouse to retire for the evening.
Don Doucette
“Ten Mile River Rambles”
Friends of the Ten Mile and Bucklin Brook