Lights Of Home

When I was a boy of eight to ten years of age, I lived in Southeastern Missouri and our house was five miles from town. Many Saturday afternoons I walked into town, and went to a late afternoon movie which cost five cents, and walked back home after the movie was over. The sun had set and I walked in the darkness along those five miles of country roads. When I had walked over four and a half miles and I was near home I could faintly make out the light from a coal oil (kerosene) lamp showing through a window. My Mom and Dad were sitting around the table, usually reading a newspaper or a years old magazine, maybe even looking at the mail order catalog that was getting kinda curled up and wrinkled..........and waiting for me. The light from a coal oil lamp is not very bright but when I could barely see the light through the window, it was a welcome sight. Even now, after all these years, the lights of home bring warmth to my soul.                                                                                                    

                                                                                                  pilgrimjim
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