Caussey's Corner

Caussey’s Corner: Soft Summer Nights, a Texan’s Childhood Memory

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The night is clear and deep. Stars appear as though diamonds flung against a canopy of ebony satin cloth. A quarter dipper moon is outlined in sickle fashion. Winds are still, except for an occasional whisper coming from the grove of cottonwoods near the back yard.

My house is located on a cul-de-sac. It is one of five houses, and the only one without children. The other four houses are the homes to nine children ranging from two to eleven years of age.

Last night about dark, I stepped outside to get my mail. I could hear the children playing in the darkness of the passing evening. Their laughter and voices seemed to clutch at the pages of history, carrying me back to my own time as a child.

I was twelve years old again, and had just completed the sixth grade. We lived in town, and our house was located across from the First Christian Church in Seymour, Texas.

Caussey's Corner: Soft Summer Nights, a Texan's Childhood Memory
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The entire town was the playground for the neighborhood kids. We came home to supper, and after eating we went outside and rode bikes, or played whatever game was discovered. Sometimes we invented our own or developed a hybrid of another game. In the summertime, not even darkness was grounds for Mother to call us to come home. Ten was the usual time to come in for the evening, which gave us a couple of hours to play.

There were seven in our group that were regular friends, {four girls and three boys}. Each night we played together, and over the summer the relationship and genuine care for one another seemed to grow. Knowing very little about girls, this was an interesting and enriching experience.

One night, as summer crickets sprinkled their magic sounds and fireflies lit up brief periods of the blackness, we decided to play hide-and-go-seek. As Paul hid his eyes and started counting to 100, the other six of us scattered to a safe place among neighbor’s porches, shrubs, alleys, and parked cars.

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