Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Things weren’t always awful. I do admire you for many things.
We grew up poor. Didn’t have two nickels to rub together. We were always clean. Our hair washed and brushed. Although we never had name brand cloths, they were always clean. Our shoes were always clean. Our teeth brushed. We always had coats, hats and gloves.
You kept our home clean. It was more than clean. I dare anyone to find a dust bunny, cobweb or dirty dish in the sink.
Garage sales were your thing. You have a knack for finding the diamonds in crap. You’d bring stuff home, dust it off, paint it, sew it up and we’d have something cool, clean and new. I admire that talent.
Dinner was always cooking when we walked in the door after school. You have a talent for making something out of nothing even with food. I don’t remember ever feeling hungry, although I’m sure there were plenty of times we didn’t have enough.
Thank you for keeping us clothed, clean and healthy. None of us are law breakers. All of us have jobs. All of us have grown up happy and healthy. All of us have been blessed. Thank you.