I grew up in the fifties 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, lawn mower in one hand, 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, 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
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to
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...old radios...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!
Who are the keepers in your life? • • •
Have a great time and wonderful weekend.
Read from Best Collection of Inspirational Stories by Arswino Sonata