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I grew up with practical parents -- a Mother, God love her, who washed aluminium foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. ( She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it..)
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed rather than buying new ones........Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, Mom in a dress, dishtowel in her hands.
It was a time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. 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 ment affluence. Throwing things away ment there'd always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that cold winter's night I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isin'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 to love it....and care for it...and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage...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 the 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.
I Just Did. I dedicate this to all my Dis friends and two in particular who have touched my heart. You know who you are.
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed rather than buying new ones........Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, Mom in a dress, dishtowel in her hands.
It was a time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. 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 ment affluence. Throwing things away ment there'd always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that cold winter's night I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isin'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 to love it....and care for it...and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage...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 the 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.
I Just Did. I dedicate this to all my Dis friends and two in particular who have touched my heart. You know who you are.
Thanks Kathy!!
