Harvest 2015 is in full swing and I’m amazed at how quick farmers are at getting the crops out. A field that was untouched on my morning commute today was picked clean by the return trip home.
Even though I grew up in town I was able to experience harvest on the farm a time or two with my Grandpa and Uncles. Getting to ride a few rounds in the combine was cool to a young boy.
My favorite part was watching the corn fill up the hopper, seeing the giant combine arm swing out and start to “pour” the corn into the truck or wagon. I was amazed at how a cob of corn would go in and come out in kernels.
The other memory I have about harvest is going with my Grandma to bring out sandwiches and a thermos filled with water or tea to the workers. The guys would stop for a brief moment to say hello, grab a drink, and some food. Then they were off again.
It’s from them that I learned what a hardworking bunch that farmers are.
The memory I’m about to share was sparked by a boy helping out in the the Church service we attended this past Sunday. I’d guess he was about 8 and he was working on a merit badge for Boy Scouts.
I’m not sure what the requirements were to get the badge but he helped out in three different areas of the service. He played a piano solo for special music. He also collected the individual little cups after Communion.
The other thing he did was help light the candles at the start of the service. That took me back to 3rd grade and my first turn at lighting the candles at my Church.
Lighting the candles was a pretty big deal when I was younger because it meant you didn’t have to sit with your parents. You were always paired up with a friend and after lighting the candles you sat in the front pew on the right-hand side.
That’s where you’d be until the start of the last verse of the last hymn. Then you’d go extinguish the alter candles and lead the Pastor down the center aisle and to the back of the Church. That’s where he’d do the benediction.
So as a candle lighter you were the first out of Church which meant first in line for cookies and juice!
Candle lighting at our current Church is a little less formal. My friend, Mike, and I run the audio visual equipment each week from the back of the sanctuary. We’ll usually grab the first two kids we can find and have them do it. If we can’t find anyone we’ll just light them before the service starts.
Sometimes it’ll be my daughters lighting the candles. This always makes me a little nervous but so far they’ve always done a good job. They haven’t burned the Church down which, as Mike always says, “Is the number one rule in being an acolyte!”
What do you remember about lighting candles in Church when you were a kid?
I have so many memories of my childhood tied to food… and more specifically… CANDY! I love candy but now that I’m adult I don’t eat it that often. When I do there’s a pretty good chance it’ll be Twizzlers I’m eating.
I have many memories of Twizzlers. Most of them are centered around Saturdays in the Fall. That’s when I’d tag along with my Mom to get groceries in a neighboring town about 20 minutes away.
We’d run errands and load up on groceries for the week. There was one item that was always in our cart; Twizzlers. We’d eat them on the way home and listen to college football on the radio.
Even when I turned 14 and hanging out with your parents “wasn’t cool” I still continued to go for two reasons. First, I had my learners permit and got to drive. The second reason you can probably guess. It was for the Twizzlers!
Now, whenever our family goes on a trip I make sure Twizzlers are a part of the road snacks. When you think about it Twizzlers really are a good “car candy”. The don’t melt as easily as chocolate and they’re less likely to get lost under seats or in cushions.
Twizzlers to me are Saturdays in Fall, listening to football on the radio, grocery shopping, and learning to drive.
Do you have your own memory of Twizzlers or is there a certain candy that reminds you of part of your childhood?