Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 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 Mom in a house dress, broom 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
from where those came.
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...for 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 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! 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
“keepers” in your life.
(Appreciation to Tom who sent me the
foregoing)
“Good Friends are
like Stars.
You don't always
see themselves
but you always
know they are there.”
(Anonymous)
Pearls of Wisdom
There are 5 things
you cannot recover in life ~ thanks to Dilu:
A Stone ~
thrown!
An Occasion ~ forgotten!
A Word ~
spoken!
A Time ~
gone!
A Love ~ lost!
Merle Baird-Kerr …
crafted July 29, 2013
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