Re-Experience of a Precious Time

As I write, it is the day of the Texas-OU football game—Red River Rivalry, they call it.

In my family, it was reunion. I would travel with my husband and children to Dallas, where on Friday evening we met up with my sister and her family, my dad and stepmom at the French restaurant in the Anatole Hotel. The next day we would all converge onto the Texas State Fairgrounds, where we would grab a hot dog and meet up again with my family at the horse barn. My dad’s two brothers would meet us there, and we would all watch the horse show until game time.

At least once, we watched the game in pouring rain.

The tickets were valuable. But even more valuable was the family gathering for the pure purpose of enjoyment.

The experience was never exactly the same from year to year. What was constant was the love that filled us. Memory is the experience of a precious time.

You write it: What is a precious autumn memory for you?