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Elmo, G.I. Joe, Care Bears, Cabbage Patch Dolls and hula hoops, crazes of old, were to some in pocketbook range. Now, Game Boy, I-Pods, Harry Potter, the new Transformers and Rock Band games appear, all wonderful and very expensive. People flock and stand on line for hours wanting to be first to have, and for their children to have, those highly advertised fads cleverly hard pressed onto the public.
Fortunate for a child, at least on the surface, to have and to hold the latest cell phone even available in bright selective colors, and equally expensive gadgets just put out on the market. Witnessed on occasion to be status symbols to the child, (a trait transmitted by copying a performance), as well as the often absent, over-worked guardians of the youth. "I have two Cabbage Patch Dolls" was the claim of a child to an unsuspecting observer, recited with such an air of supremacy that it startled the listener only to give thought with woe to the child or guardian not so fortunate to claim title to any item of the current craze.
Gone is the plastic hoop, the bear of whatever design, be it plush toy, on dish or framed picture, and the demand for the doll. All now a part of a heap of garbage, stored in an attic or basement or still in a box to be brought out on an occasion of reminiscing or placement of an item on the most popular sale site on the Net with the hope of capturing a deal for a "collector's" treasure.
All, without doubt, enjoyed the items at the time be it for the pleasure as a toy or the accomplishment of having pursued and obtained same through perseverance and/or manipulation of pocketbook and fortitude.
But now, a memory. A memory of what? A fleeting moment of playing with a mush-faced inanimate doll or a make-believe battle of toy soldiers before bed time. Precious time devoted only to a then current craze.
Playing hide-'n'-seek on a summer's evening just before the sun sets and all animals are nestling into their night's quarters. Racing 'round haystack and the lone lamp post outside the main house now designated "home base." Sliding down the crunchy coarse hay loft with the expectation of hollering "Home Free All" as the "It" person is hesitantly creeping further away from the light lingering in readiness for the onslaught of remaining "free" players. Giving way again to releasing the youngest from being "It" as the game becomes boring since the youngest cannot cope with trickery and cunningness of the others and too scared to venture into the darkness beyond the circle created by the lamp post light. The last moment of daylight having gone behind the silhouette of the surrounding trees and the fireflies flickering among the moths around the lamp post, the call for all to come in for bath and snack putting an end to a glorious summer day. The feeling of comfort and freshness when snuggling into a cool sheeted bed with a final "Good Night" to family. This is precious time well used and forevermore precious memories.
Snuggling on a puffy padded couch, each bartering for the spot closest to the story teller. The warmth of the room cozied with pillows, drapes and plush rugs. The aroma of a home baked dinner the taste of which still lingers on the palette. The anticipation of the pudding cooling on the counter after careful watch and stirring knowing it will be doled to all after the reading of the story. Eyeing with diligence the reader who seems to be taking forever, reaching for glasses, flipping pages and straightening 'jamma top and robe, finally organized and ready to begin. "Where were we ...", but before the sentence was finished, little voices rang out in harmony, "Gretel is being led away and Hans is falling behind." All eyes were on the reader and ears turned and tuned in anticipation of the first word of the new chapter. And so the reader began and all in audience huddled around waiting for the fall of each word. This is precious time well used and forevermore precious memories.
Scores of pens and pencils, different colors, varied sizes with little scissors for little hands. Multi-colored paper and bits of ribbons, yarns and string, all waiting for application to create a masterpiece with Mommy, Daddy, older brother or sister or Granma. A ceramic piece of clay or plaster glistening white waiting for brush and imagination of the artist. A visit into Granpa's domain lined with tools of every shape and size and pieces of wood piled soon to be nailed, screwed and banged together in some manner to create whatever a little mind could master but be it an "original". This is precious time well used and forevermore precious memories.
A walk hand-in-hand with Granma down the tree lined sidewalk or ahead on bike turning 'round or stopping so Granma could catch up. Walking hand-in-hand with Granpa down a dirt road listening to his explanation of the sound just heard or the description of a flower picked or buzzing sounds and flickering leaves in a soft breeze. Listening intently knowing then even at a young age how very smart this wonderful Granpa was. This is precious time well used and forevermore precious memories.
No store bought doll or camouflaged garbed soldier toy or passing fad can take the place of this precious time or even begin to create the memory.
Time Is so precious and so it follows that time well spent is even more so. "Too soon old, too late schmart" was the quoted lament of an elder. "Too soon old ..." is the thought along with "time flies". Where did it go?
But no regrets if the precious time was spent wisely; if it was spent creating an exchange of love and a memory embellished into a mind forever.
Pictures whether mentally instilled or paper produced are truer memories. Pictures of the precious time spent with family member or friend. Even a chance acquaintance supports a memory of precious time spent.
The mediums at hand today are endlessly countless. Any path, any means or method are available and attainable. Books of every kind and nature, for young and old, "light" reading or voluminous references. Spend some precious time with some one, young or old, reading an article, a story and given sufficient time, a book.
Meet and plan to take pictures to create memories of the occasion not necessarily grand but perhaps a simple outing but time together. Pictures are ideal for Family Tree Albums. Spend time together expressing fond precious times with others, with anecdotes to incorporate into the Family Tree Album leaving a "history" not only of pictures but the precious time together.
All the new innovative gadgets constantly bombarding all are wonderful in that they have made the world smaller and have brought much to the present generation. But they have also brought to the scene a hypnotized society to the screen for one thing or another. Television or computer, grand and large in some instances, small and miniscule hand-held in others. Couch potatoes have only the memory of using their precious time prone-stretched and lethargic. Game players have only the memory of using their precious time bent over a pin-ball game resulting in sprained thumbs and backs. Text-messaging users and cell-phone callers create no fond memories for the use of their precious time.
Do not count out the spiritual need for each other whatever it may be. Joining together in prayer of whatever denomination strengthens each of us to ward off the corruption of morals lurking behind of façade of fads and the cyberspace age phenomenon. Do not fear to guide your children and loved ones using the precious time granted each of us to restore faith.
This is not to say all of the wonderful new inventions are not welcome nor to be ignored. Each should have its own time and place within reason and limited use.
Plan and use precious time wisely. Precious time together does not have to be costly. Don't let yourself come to the point of looking at a picture and find yourself saying, "I should have spent more time with them." Spend moments to create a memory, perhaps a family tradition, or with friends, something that will be lasting of the precious time together. Don't put it off because you never know what tomorrow will bring ... and tomorrow may be too late.
PRECIOUS TIME - ENJOY IT
Cowbella's Cue: Sometimes we don't have the time to pick and chose as events come upon us unexpectedly. But if you have the blessing of selecting and planning time, use good judgment and use it wisely. Share moments with others which will last the rest of your and their lifetime.
Edna Demato - Cowbella
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