Looking Into The Living Room
Front Entry And Stairway
Computer Center In Living Room
Street Side Of Living Room
Looking Into Dining Room
Part Of Dining Room
Part Of Dining Room
Dining Room Hutch
Part Of Kitchen ( Color Is Distorted )
Kitchen Hutch ( Color Is Distorted )
Family Room Looking Into Front Entry, Dining Room And
Kitchen And Of Course My Warm Jacket
I still need to put the dawn stairs bath back together and I am finished. I think I will hold off on doing the laundry room until later.
I mentioned earlier about cleaning out drawers and cabinets. I found several interesting items.The following is one I will mention now and it was one of Jan's favorite and it sat around for years in fact so many years that it was part of the fixtures and was overlooked by all except Jan and she made this comes to life and even more so for me because I found it on Valentines Day. That brought a tear to my eye. The author of the following is unknown.
THE STORY BEHIND LOVE
For many years a man watched his wife take a locked box down
from the cupboard. She would unlock the box, take a pinch,
sprinkle it over whatever she was cooking, re lock the box and return
it to its place.
One day, while his wife was away, his curiosity got the best of him.
He went to the cupboard, took the box down and opened it. To
his surprise it was empty! He turned it over and on the bottom was
written the word " LOVE ".
Don't keep your " LOVE " locked up in a cupboard. Keep it within
easy reach and use generously.
SO......
Through not in your recipe book, Into everything
you cook, Put a big pinch of " LOVE ".
The above was printed on the side of a spice can which Jan kept sitting on top of the control panel of the stove in the kitchen. I don't know where or when she got this. It may have been a gift but the important thing is that she practiced the thought set forth above.
This week I have received many many gardening catalogs and that makes me wish for spring more than ever. I am ready to start doing one of my favorite things. If you wonder what that is just ask any of my daughters and they will tell you, " digging in the dirt ". You can't grow stuff if you don't dig in the dirt. Well it is time to close this and get something to eat since I have been up since way before dawn and breakfast was a long time ago.
Remember God loves you and so do I.
Grandpa Bill.
Wow what a lot of work Dad. But it was well worth the effort! It looks fantastic. I can't wait to see it. Now don't go throwing anything out before I get there while you are cleaning up, I may want some of that great old stuff you have.
ReplyDeleteI think I inherited some of that dirt digging gene, cause I feel the same way. I love to be outdoors and I love the smell of dirt as you turn it over and freshly mowed grass. Ha.
That poem was very touching and how curious you rediscovered that Love box on Valentines Day. I believe Janice sent us all that red Love spice box if I recall.
Thanks for sharing your painting story and your other life stories, Dad, I love reading them.
Love you
Joyce
Hi Dad,
ReplyDeleteI gave Mom that little spice can. It was something I learned from Emilie Barnes. I have been giving them away to young brides for the past 20+ Years!
Love,
Janice