This is a little painted tin cup that belonged to my mother's mother. This grandmother was born in 1900, and has been gone from this earth for over twenty years.
Frankly, I don't blame him for running. A big rooster can do a lot of damage to a little boy.
This grandmother of mine never quite approved of me in my adolescent years. I was too rebellious. (And way too much like my daddy, of whom she definitely did not approve.)
I'm thankful for all the things she taught me - both directly and indirectly. She was a wonderful cook, seamstress and housekeeper.
Isn't it funny that it takes us most of our lives to finally learn to see the humanity in others, to see that they have their own pains and struggles. And hopefully we learn to be kinder to each other, too.
Isn't it funny that it takes us most of our lives to finally learn to see the humanity in others, to see that they have their own pains and struggles. And hopefully we learn to be kinder to each other, too.
It's a beautiful, sunny, cold day here. Hope your day is pretty, too. Have a good one!
Hugs and kisses,