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<font color=CC66CC>Short Post Man cracks me up!<br
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I grew up with practical parents -- a Mother, God love her, who washed
aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She saved plastic bags and washed and reused them too...She was
the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them
now, Dad in overalls and shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, fly
swatter in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the
kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we
kept. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to
be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant there'd always be more.
But then my father died, and on that clear summer's day. I was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.'
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never
to return.
So...while we have it...it's best we love it.....and care for
it.....and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.
This is true.....for sweethearts... and old cars.....and children with
bad report cards.....and dogs with bad hips.....and aging parents.....and
grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate we grew up with
There are just some things that make life important, like people we
know who are special..... and so, we keep them close!
Now send this to all those people that are "keepers" in
your life...like you are to me!!
aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She saved plastic bags and washed and reused them too...She was
the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them
now, Dad in overalls and shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, fly
swatter in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the
kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we
kept. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to
be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant there'd always be more.
But then my father died, and on that clear summer's day. I was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.'
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never
to return.
So...while we have it...it's best we love it.....and care for
it.....and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.
This is true.....for sweethearts... and old cars.....and children with
bad report cards.....and dogs with bad hips.....and aging parents.....and
grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate we grew up with
There are just some things that make life important, like people we
know who are special..... and so, we keep them close!
Now send this to all those people that are "keepers" in
your life...like you are to me!!
