Phill2
16-10-07, 10:11
Something that I got in the mail today that I thought was worth sharing
Keepers
I grew up in the 40's/50's/60's with practical parents. A mother, God love
her, who washed aluminum 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 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 trousers, tee shirt and a hat
and Mum in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel 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 keep!
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing,
eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be
more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the
warmth of the hospital room, 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 marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad
report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And
grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth
it. Some other things we keep can be a best friend that moved away or a
classmate we grew up with.
There are many things that make life important, like people we know who are
special.... And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it to
the people I think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send this to
those people that are "keepers" in your life.
Keepers
I grew up in the 40's/50's/60's with practical parents. A mother, God love
her, who washed aluminum 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 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 trousers, tee shirt and a hat
and Mum in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel 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 keep!
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing,
eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be
more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the
warmth of the hospital room, 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 marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad
report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And
grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth
it. Some other things we keep can be a best friend that moved away or a
classmate we grew up with.
There are many things that make life important, like people we know who are
special.... And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it to
the people I think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send this to
those people that are "keepers" in your life.