Love at First Sight
October, 2013
The 3 year old granddaughter came to Oregon for her great-grandpa's Memorial Service. She was everybody's baby (although it was made very clear to us all that she is 'not a baby').
The moment she walked into the farm house with her mother and uncle, she spied the old stove and made instant friends with it. It was a stove her great-grandpa, her uncles and her mother had played with years ago. And now it was her turn. To her it mattered not that it was old; in fact, she liked it better because it was.
They were there for four days, and the old stove was a her constant companion. She dressed carefully for the Service, then played with the stove; went to the Service, ate lunch, then played with the stove. Her great-uncle had brought some peanut M&Ms to the farm, and she served them to us all upon the tiny plates.
We all ate more 'dinner' than we meant to I am sure. But no dinner ever tasted better than the one served to us by the small girl who had worked so hard to prepare it.
It is good to remember that 'old' can mean 'excellent'. It certainly did for her great-grandpa.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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