MeMa's Garden

Me Ma's Garden


      Mema’s Garden


Once upon a time, in a far off land deep in the woods lived a little old man and his wife.


They lived far away from any town and had few neighbors in the neighborhood. But they loved their little piece of land that was surrounded by a large woods and wildlife. His name was john and her named was freeci they lived in a small white farm house on the intersection known to everyone around as Grays corner, this was a very old farming community where everyone within shouting range knew everyone elseor were related in some way or another. 

The soil was very rich in nutrients for growing corn, soybean. wheat and farm animals, the soil was also rich of oi, so among the stalks of corn also stood pump jacks that sang there mechinical songs each one with a different pitch.

When the little couple first rented this home it was a bit run down . the land need desperate help.and the house needed so many thing's.
But John said " don't worry freeci with a little elbow grease and if we put our hearst into it this land will be a show piece in no time"

So they cleaned and they mowed and they painted and with in time, it was almost complete, Then Freeci planted her garden.
" there they said at the same time, now it's our home...


 A few yrs later.............

 Their son Caleb was a mixture of them both and was a very successful young man, and His wife Heidi was a beautiful young woman who was the love of his life.


Together they made a wonderful home and family life for their three beautiful daughters.


The eldest daughter Destiny was a beautiful brown eyed girl with brown hair and a smile from heaven, she too was strong and opionated much like Mema. She was blessed with a singing voice of an angel.


Serina the second daughter was a blue eyed blonde hair beauty that was loving and a free spirit and could dance with the grace and confidence of a ballerina.


And the third child the baby Breanna was a dark haired beauty, with a sweet smile and skin so soft, and perfect with a sweet strawberry birth mark that was a family trait on her father’s side. And her gift was that she could make people laugh in an instant….


  Now John and Freeci had taken on new roles and new names,

Their names were Mema and Papa because they were blessed with three beautiful granddaughters.


Mema was a short little round woman with a sweet smile and sparkling blue eyes; she was a very opinionated woman with strong beliefs and a good heart.


 Papa was a tall thin man with long reddish hair and dimples that loved to tinker with cars and work in the yard.

One day the girls all came to visit Mema; she was so delighted because she loved to work in the garden with her girls. She would buy them seeds every spring and garden tools for their own gardens at home… and they would plant in Mema’s garden every spring.


Each child was special in their own right each had her own place in this world but together as sisters they were even more magnificent they were united and strong loving and adventurous, and together they will take an adventure in Mema’s Garden.

This is a tale that has been in the making for the last 14 yr’s….. it will take you to a world of magic.. and intrigue …. Come visit Mema’s garden as she explores the love of family and the beauty of make believe…. More to come Theresa Sechrest ….to follow this story please join my blog on blogger




My Oak

She stands tall and majestic giving of her, for many little creatures from squirrels to the birds that fly for safety and live upon her strong beautiful limbs.
She’s the Oak that lives all over the world her leaves spiral around her branch and her seed feeds so many of the woodland creatures.
In the summer she’s full of leaves and stand taller and more majestic than all the trees in the woods, her girth is wide and full bur in my view her most beautiful time is in the winter when all the leaves have fallen to the ground and she’s bare and most beautiful, her strength shines through.
You can see her limbs so large and strong, her girth is so round and you can tell just how old she really is, the larger the older, she usually is the oldest tree in the woods. her roots are deep and even when she’s dormant in the winter her roots dig deeper and deeper into the soil, when I moved into this house 14 years ago the first thing I noticed was the mighty Oak in My woods, I noticed the wind blowing but she withstood everything nature threw at her even at her most fragile state in the winter she bent and didn’t break.. Then she would stand just as tall as before.
One day I ventured on back through the woods to visit with her and I noticed ridged in her trunk I looked because she had tried to heal the wound so chipped away some of the repair she had made, and there it was…..
She fool and wrapped a chain around her it was in so tight it had grown into her, I wept for her, I went to the barn to retrieve some chain cutters,, I tried my best to realize her with no avail, it had grown way to deep into her I tried everything I could think of to free her of her chains I knew she was in pain, I tried a chisel I tried a crowbar, no avail, I did get to enjoy her for another 2 years but then on day I heard a tractor outside it was after terrible storm and she finally was chocked so badly she gave up and fell… he was dragging her away… my oak was gone, some days feel a lot like that oak so strong so tall and giving but knowing in the end I too will fall… she made me happy for awhile I hope I can bring joy to some as she gave to me … she was my hero.. My joy…
written by theresa sechrest