Way Down Yonder in the Pawpaw Patch
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
– Charles R. Swindoll
I suppose my first grade teacher deposited this one.
My son recently sent me a note with a couple of photos he took of Pawpaws he picked “in the wild” from an island in the Potomac River near Washington, DC.
When I looked at his pictures, a flood of memories from the public elementary school I attended hit me. And this song we sang magically reappeared: