I can still remember the screen door we had on our front door at the house where I grew up. Although not really finctioning, it still hangs there on that house.
We also had one on the back door, but somehow that one sounded much different. They both had their distinct sounds as they screeched open and slammed shut.
As they say, “It was simpler times.” I never worried about things or concern myself with the electric bill or where my next meal was coming from. I had no idea we had to pay for the water that came out of our faucet. I slept late most days and played outside almost always.
Those screen doors were the gateways to whatever freedom was awaiting me that particular day.
The front opened into a yard full of pine trees and sand pits. We had little grass patches here and there, but mainly, the front yard was full of white wonderful sand. Sadly it rented out itself to fleas in the summertime. With a few mothballs thrown here and there, they would soon be gone. My brother and I didn’t mind the moth ball smell… We just loved that sand pit. Mud pies were my specialty and I admit my younger brother did taste a few.
The back door opened to a darker more sinister memory for me due to the fact that at one time we raised chickens. Oh, they were pretty cute for about 30 or so days after picking them up from the post office one afternoon. Can you even still do that? Anyway, they grew up to be horrid animals that took pleasure in attacking me on several occasions. We must of ordered some form of child eating breed. The one thing that redeemed the backyard was the fig tree which stood at the back fence. Even though I didn’t like the way they looked, they were just odd to me, I loved the smell of that tree and my mom loved to eat those things when they ripened.
So as I sit here and think back…
I will finish my cup and start the day with the sound of a screen door.
I wonder what fun awaits me through THIS gateway!