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~Lenore    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:01:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
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 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, lawn mower 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 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 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 ..... 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!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I posted it to you people I think of in the same way.

Alias    Posted 03-08-2004 at 18:47:30       [Reply]  [No Email]
There you go girl, pulling on my heart strings with a flood of memories. Thanks.....gfp

KellyGa    Posted 03-08-2004 at 17:42:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks Lenore, I loved it. :)

donna in w.v    Posted 03-08-2004 at 17:04:44       [Reply]  [Send Email]
thanks for the memories. after i read it i left the computer just long enough to call mamma and my sons to tell the i loved them mamma understood[she always does] the boys give me that "we know that ma" and change the subject.

DD    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:53:16       [Reply]  [No Email]
Awww, I think we're ALL Keepers, each in our own special ways : )

deadcarp    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:45:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
i guess being frugal first struck me whn i left home. I'd grown up rummaging thru drawers and coming up with 4 can openers for example, and not one worked quite right. Junk - all junk! This whole place is messy junk! What a mess.

Well, soon as i got my first apartment there were the drawers. My drawers. Empty. How nice for a change! Didn't take me long to figure out that every piece of junk costed like 50 cents and gee that would mean a full drawer was worth - well, plenty! Well here i am old and i just got another can opener yesterday - i think we were down to 3. Now if i can just find a fork ----- :)

Fern(Mi)    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:44:19       [Reply]  [No Email]
Parents have been gone for yrs. Wish i coulld watch them again. No matter how bad thing might have seemed thet found someying inthere immetait life to laugh about making the worry or pain abit easier to bare.
Heaven know's I loved them. They were the best show: w/wo radio, b/a TV. I found that girl like dad had, and I'll love her to death.
The kids are gone. I understood they'd go one day, so I set my mind to love to give them away. Accepting inevitable changes like breathing makes life's experiances sweeter.
God Bless

Deadcarp    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:57:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
Think about this Fern: The sky's full of stars and they're light-years away okay? Well i'll bet there's a star somewhere that's exactly 70 light years from earth right? You realize what that means? That means if there was a really good telescope on it with a camera and they took a picture, that picture could show your mom hanging laundry or maybe your dad plowing a field or you getting the mail or pestering the dog. Step outside tonite and look up at the stars. Memories aren't that far gone my friend - they're just traveling. :)

Dsl    Posted 03-08-2004 at 20:12:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
Wow... what a wonderful thought... just the stuff Dreams are made of...

Thanks, Deadcarp!

Fern(Mi)    Posted 03-08-2004 at 16:18:11       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yep! I remember mom and her solar clothes drier, especialy winter. She pin 'em up loose. Be stiff about the time she'd hit the dr.
Now the plowing, Dad taught me how to drive the tractor that done and not wasting anytime he pointed me at the field. I lplowed until the ground was getting wet towards the wood. When I stopped, dad took over and showed me how to stick a tractor each and evry year. 4days/wk later I git it out with out a tow.
As for the mail, my younger brother got the mail, and he could get it into the house in no more than three trips dropping it in thirds racing for the house. I never found out what it was he was afraid he might miss.

Dieselrider    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:20:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thank you Lenore, that is real special. And convicting, we are way too wasteful, of relationships as well as things.

Clipper    Posted 03-08-2004 at 15:18:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
You have a heart of gold dear lady...I know that post don't apply to me but I thank you for posting it.My parents were very much like that. :^)

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