Making memories under the harvest moon

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By Molly Haines

There’s something about the fall season that makes me overly reminiscent. I’m not sure if it’s the changing colors of the leaves that reminds me that nothing ever stays the same or the crisp, cool air that makes me long for the summer months.

Whatever it is, it keeps me in constant thought. I think about my childhood and how much my brother and I despised raking the leaves; I think about carving pumpkins with my dad each October; and Sunday afternoons in sweaters, going for a walk with my momma and grandmother.

Each memory I have involves the people I love the most, the people who I know will always be constant in my life.

On Oct. 4, after a drive through Owen County that led me to Jonesville – Daddy’s early childhood home – I drove on back to my own home to find Momma in the kitchen whipping up some chicken ‘n dumplings.

When we sat down at the supper table, Daddy informed me that the magnificent harvest moon would be on the rise at approximately 6:20 p.m. and the three of us would be taking the opportunity to view this sight that would surely be the grandest of them all. I was to go equipped with a camera so that I may never forget the 2009 harvest moon.

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I was not too geared up over this idea. I had made plans to see a movie with a friend at 7 p.m. I huffed and puffed because hey, if you’ve seen one moon, you’ve seen ‘em all.  Right?

My daddy’s reply to my sour mood toward the harvest-moon viewing was, “Now what do you have to do that’s more important than going to see the harvest moon with your daddy?”

It was right then and there that I decided that everything else could wait, and moments later the three of us hauled out of the driveway to find the perfect viewing spot for the harvest moon.

We drove up and down the road searching for our coveted spot, discussing where on this particular road had we seen the moon come up before and would we even be able to see the harvest moon due to the clouds?

At one point, while sitting on the side of the road staring up at the sky and pointing to a red spot underneath the clouds that could possibly be the harvest moon, we were approached by a family friend who wondered if the truck had broke down. No, sir, just another Haines family outing in search of the moon.

After a few more minutes of road-side sitting, we decided the clouds were just too thick and there was no point in sitting there any longer.

So the harvest moon was a bust and I missed my movie, but I gained a little something from the whole experience. I realized that friends will come and go. There will always be a movie playing somewhere, but there really isn’t anything more important than spending a few minutes out of my day sitting on the side of the road with Momma and Daddy.

Year after year, there will be a harvest moon and it won’t be summer I’ll be longing for, but instead the chance to sit and look for the harvest moon with my parents.

So, Daddy, in case you’re wondering, I’ve got my calendar marked for Sept. 22, 2010, and I’ll jump at the chance to hop in the truck and watch the harvest moon rise with you. I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.