Sentimental Journey

Last week we four sisters had a little reunion when Ruth flew into town to visit for a few days! Three of us now live in the same town since our husbands have retired so we were excited to be together.

One sunny October day we took our sentimental journey and visited the town and farm where we grew up. Our parents bought an 80 acre farm in the land of opportunity a long time ago when we were very young; consequently, farm duties (hard work) was part of life for our family. Ruth says her shoulder is suffering the effects of picking rocks as a kid. DeAnn and Gayla were milk maids. I sewed clothes for all of us but I picked rocks and weeded beans too. The farm is on it's third owner now... the house still has the same paint job...the trees are over-grown...the yard doesn't look as good as it did years ago and a variety of cats and dogs came to check us out when we turned around in the driveway that day.

At some point, as we drove along on our sentimental journey, comparing HANDS became the discussion...we all have hands like our father... large hands meant for working! Ruth, Gayla and DeAnn have particularly large hands! We aren't complaining, just noticing what we inherited. Our mother had long, graceful fingers... she played the piano but she worked too. Our father worked with his hands...he fixed machinery, welded metal and carved wood with a knife! Hands are interesting. We inherited our teeth from our mother. She had nice big front teeth that were straight and well-formed! We all have teeth that look good in toothy grins. We have no need to be embarrassed by our front teeth and we never needed braces from the dentist. Our parents are gone now but are reminded of them sometimes.