I love it when the past and the present come together in a harmonious grouping. This picture represents four generations. The table was my mother’s. My niece Missy made the pretty autumn table runner. Although I didn’t assemble it, the centerpiece is mine and sitting smugly among the chrysanthemums is a small owl Sara gave me three years ago. Four generations.
A friend and I were talking this morning, via email, about old-fashioned customs we still enjoy because they represent another, quieter, saner time. She mentioned a church in a small town in Minnesota that still rings its bells several times a day. Here in my town, sometimes I hear the chimes of a near-by church that are played at noon each day. Quiet sounds, soothing sounds, that bring a touch of yesterday into the hurried life of today, and prompt me to give thanks to God for my blessings. Reminders of the past gladden the present and give me hope for the future.
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