A Little Girl Looks Back
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Christmas In Seguin
A Little Girl Looks Back By Anne Donegan Costas
Streets hold precious memories like a daddy holding his little girl’s heart. Hearts are fragile as are our memories. We must remember them. Work at remembering for they may be swept away as seashells from the beach–from the waves of life.
Memories
Great memories. A little girl’s memories as she walks down the streets where her Dad walked and his Daddy before him. So much to remember. She fears she may forget as she gets older. But no she couldn’t they are so vivid now. How could she forget? How? And yet those waves come like vultures in the night pecking away at her memories.
Her mom grew up in a nearby community but came here to go to high school. She stayed with her aunt on one of these downtown streets In fact the little girl remembers playing in that same house when she was a little girl. It was a two story house. But she remembers it being like a castle-so many rooms. Staircases to run up and down and great places to hide.
Grandparents
So many memories. Her mom walked these streets too. And the little girl’s maternal grandfather also walked these streets. He had a downtown business during the girl’s life and lived in the apartment above the business. You see they moved from their small community to town where they could work. Both sets of grandparents lived humble lives. Frugal lives. And yet she never had want for anything. Well those doll bunk beds she and her sister got one Christmas was one of her favorite gifts ever as a child. She still has that magical memory in her head. That was a Christmas to remember.
Downtown
Spending the night with her grandparents was exciting. She remembers spending the night in that downtown second story apartment during Christmas holiday. Her bed was by the big window and she could look down main street and see strands of Christmas lights stretching across the road. They waved gently with the breeze back and forth lulling her to sleep. She loved those nights and still longs for them as an adult.
Sitting in downtown watching the fountain splashing as the wind blows a loud crash down the street wakes her from her memories. Snippets of memories that come like dreams in the night. They come and go. Some memories carry her away–they drew her into the past and took her on an adventure.
An adventure she hopes never ends