Mysterious Magical Autumn

Dear Reader:

When I saw this artistic interpretation of autumn yesterday I was completely ” enthralled.” The message around it said something about autumn holding more gold in its pocket than any other season. A great metaphor …if you define riches in beauty!

Riches can also morph into life lessons more valuable than money. Such was the case yesterday as I went to pick up some new towels and wash cloths -old white towels were so dingy that there wasn’t enough Clorox in the world to get them bright white again .

As I was checking out …the friendly cashier looked at me and said ” One day white towels will return to my home but not now” and she sighed heavily.

” Okay… what’s the story?” I knew there was one lurking in the conversation. She responded…” I learned pretty quickly as a mother that little boys and girls who play sports and outdoor games more than inside games should never be given white towels… because the muddy towels that end up on the bathroom floor are so dirty any one would be have to be a psychic to figure out what the original color was… Nope… gray, navy blue and dark burgundy are the only towel colors allowed in my house.”

I laughed along with her and thought on the homespun wisdom coming from this mother trying to survive messy childhoods…but then I added one more comment.

I held up one of my white bright towels and said ” One day, sooner than you think, you will be purchasing a white towel again… I leaned in… ” and you will realize you would trade it …in a skinny minute to see and hear your young children’s ‘ voices again. ”

She stopped and slowly nodded.

We fellow path walkers-who are farther down life’s path than others, are responsible for sharing the lessons we have learned along the way…. with those who follow behind.

So until tomorrow…

A shout-out to Rhodes ( big brother to Rhea now) who is turning six and loving school this year! Rhodes… I hope your sixth year is the best ever!!!!! Happy Birthday!!!🎈🎁

Lassie brought me these gorgeous mums held in place with the famous ” Dingle Dangle” Scarecrow!!!
Keen observers can see two famous Doodle lemon squares are already ” missing!” Oh where, oh where can they be? ” 😂

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to Mysterious Magical Autumn

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    This is so true. I never had white towels and washcloths but now that is all I have…everything changes…love your bdays treats. I want to get a day sometime this wkd or next week…maybe Monday afternoon to take you to Middleton for your bday. Let me know if that might be a possibility….

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