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Bright Remembered

Bright Remembered



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He had a distant memory of the sun.
He had a distant memory of the sun.

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Published by: Dorothy-Jean (Dody) Chapman on Aug 11, 2011
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Dorothy-Jean (Dody) Christian Chapman
Pregnancy befitted me. My waistline, only visible from mybackside, thank goodness, had grown to moderate proportions inthe front. Not able to view my feet as I stood became a curiosityto me. Slowly the toes of my comfortable walking shoes haddisappeared underneath my ponderous abdomen, now filled witha sometimes jumping fetus. Undulating movements of thisapparently aware little person inside me also shifted the evertightening clothes about my belly like ocean waves. Definitely adelight to adults and children who happened to catch this activityat just the right moment.
Southern Virginia in March saw early springs. Grass eruptedin the pasture fields in profusion after the first few warm days.Our dairy cattle relished the greenery. They preferred the tendershoots near the fence rows because they could also take in thewild asparagus missed in my collections for my own table.Many of our girls of the field carried calves and wouldfreshen around the same month as my expected delivery. Wegirls stuck together in our cravings: they loved the ensilage I dugfrom the silo and fed them mornings and evenings. And I lovedspinach and lettuce with vinegar and olive oil. I ate my greensand acid three times a day, though. I packed this meal, alongwith a chicken breast sandwich, for my school lunch just aboutevery day.Along about the middle of April, our Southern Virginia springdays became pleasant enough to wear fewer pieces of clothing.Actually, I started sunbathing in the back yard on weekends in atwo-piece swim suit, which was apropos for my stretching body. The weekends saw me lying sunny side up on a quilt for at leastan hour or two in the morning after feeding the girls silage andafter the morning milking. The girls munched in the pasture justbeyond the fence in our back yard. I would take my lesson plansto the quilt, the warmth of the air comforting me psychologicallyand physically after a week inside a school classroom. The two-piece outfit exposed my entire abdomen to the sun. It was as if Iwas bathing in liquid sunlight. Oh, the glory of it!Our son required an invitation to join our family on a Fridaymorning in early June: my physician cajoled him out by cesarean.I believe he desired more days basking in the sun! And five of ourdairy cattle calved on and around the same birth date as our son.I would have my work cut out for me milking five fresh cows andcarrying a papoose on my back. Sitting in the sun, as logic and

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Jean-Pierre Latina added this note
"Slowly the toes of my comfortable walking shoes had disappeared underneath my ponderous abdomen, now filled with a sometimes jumping fetus. Undulating movements of this apparently aware little person inside me also shifted the ever tightening clothes about my belly like ocean waves." I love your humor and also the depth of this story on the memory of toddlers before their "birth"
Shyam Adrift added this note
lovely...sunshine, oh! Yes!
Inge Meldgaard added this note
An utterly charming story! Your 'voice' is delightful :D
Barbara Alfaro added this note
"It was as if i was bathing in liquid sunlight" - what a beautiful image! What a beautiful story. I'm a "city girl' but your delightful story made me see the country 'side' of life.
Steve U added this note
Wonderful story! Has a great ending!
Rose added this note
A beautiful, peaceful story!
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