I remember when my dad died, I would go downstairs to his little sculpting area and sit and look at things realizing that he put them in the spot they now layed and they had not been disturbed by others. We remodeled the house and moved in after my mom died 8 years later and his little niche in the world still hadn’t been moved. I couldn’t bear doing it so He had to clean it up. AS I plowed through his pack rat corners to toss or keep things I thought were important, I disturbed the memories….then when we moved to KC, we really broke the spell.
I pulled his old sled out of the storage room today to use as a winter decoration and I stalled looking at the rope he had probably tied on it.
I also recognized the “G” he painted on it. Exactly like the G he used to put on his flashlights and lunch box in order to identify them when he worked in the factory. At that time, he changed his initials….same G but also put an M half inside the circle and half outside the circle. MG for Marvin Green. MY dad would have been 100 years old November of this year so this is an old sled!….and I can only imagine him as a kid sliding down a big farm hill into the snow covered cornfield.
Until next time….