Every once in a while when Dad was reminiscing about his childhood he would tell us about how he would roam the bottom fields of their farm and find arrowheads and beads.
He had quite the collection of both, but when he was fifteen they moved and his collection didn't make it.
It used to be one of my goals while traipsing through our fields and playing at the creek to find some arrowheads to start replacing his long lost collection.
I never did find any.
Several years ago some of our history curriculum included a nice handful of new arrowheads.
We looked at them and then tucked them away.
I now wish I would have at least sent a few of them to him even though they aren't the real thing.
I could send them now, but with him being steadily consumed by dementia, I'm afraid it would be unwise.
And so I simply look at them and try to envision a barefoot little boy roaming the fields of his home searching for arrowheads to add to his treasured collection.
This is a beautiful memory.
ReplyDeleteThat is a great memory of your Dad. It's really too bad that his collection was lost. We're traveling the same road with dementia with my Mother-in-law and we're her primary caregivers. It's definitely not easy and very sad as daily, more memories are erased.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
Lovely memories.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet memory of your father.
ReplyDeleteIt's sad the arrowheads and beads are lost to circumstance. Wouldn't it have been fascinating to learn who the First Peoples were who made them?
Such a beautiful memory you've shared here today. Hope to see you around my blog soon! Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a heartfelt reflection. It’s incredible how certain memories, like your dad’s stories about collecting arrowheads, can stick with us throughout life. I can totally relate to that desire to connect with past generations through objects or experiences, like trying to find arrowheads in the fields. It's bittersweet how those little pieces of history become symbols of a time and place we can never truly revisit. The thought of sending those arrowheads to your dad now, even though they aren’t the originals, is really touching. Sometimes, even when the moments aren’t quite the same, the gesture holds so much meaning. I hope you can continue to find comfort in the memories of those barefoot walks and your dad’s collection.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thought to have of your dad as a little barefoot boy roaming the fields. So lovely!
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