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J is for Just for Me


Knock, knock.

Someone was at the kitchen door, which was the back door at our house on 44 Shore Road.  The Mama opened the door. I was sitting at the kitchen table, keeping her company as she prepared dinner.

It was Uncle Frank, the Daddy's younger brother. He carried a tree stump in his arms. 

"I cut down a tree in my back yard," said Uncle Frank, putting it down on the floor, next to the kitchen counter. "I thought it was the right size for Susie."

I was four. I don't recall much of what happened other than being helped up on the stump and being able to see over the kitchen sink.

I don't remember much of those very early years. But, I must've been in the kitchen a lot with the Mama. Enough so that Uncle Frank thought I should have something just for me to stand on when I was there.

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  1. Lovely post! Enjoy the challenge!

    Deb (Mizz D aka The Widow Badass)

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  2. What a sweet memory. I remember helping my mom in the kitchen too. I cherish those moments.

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  3. That Uncle Frank was quite the guy. Always thinking of his niece. You pictures are so adorable. This one goes straight to my li'l old black heart. (Sometimes I'm nice) lol

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    1. lol. I doubt you have a "li'l old black heart" at all.

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  4. How sweet is your Uncle and that seems quite practical. I love your drawing and hope you keep all of these

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    1. Yup, I'm saving the drawings, Birgit. Don't know what I'm going to do with them though.

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    2. Place them in a scrapbook with your writings:)

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  5. So sweet of Uncle Frank. And that pic told me just how much effective uncle Frank's idea was. :)

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    1. It may have kept me from standing up on the chairs and tables, which I understand I did a lot.

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  6. Tree stumps have so many uses. This one is perfect.

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    1. The thought of a tree stump in her house cracks me up now.

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  7. What a wonderful memory! Love your pictures. They'll be a great record of the challenge.

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  8. What a sweet, precious memory to have! It's neat how the little things seem to warm your heart the most! I have many fond memories of my Uncle Robert! :)

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    1. You're right. The little things are and were the best.

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  9. Enjoyed your post. What a delightful memory!

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  10. Thanks so much for stopping by! New follower. I love that memory! :D

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  11. That was one super cool idea . . . Pretty smart, that Uncle.

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    1. Totally. Uncle Frank was something else. I miss him.

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  12. Susie,

    I'm enjoying your illustrations as much as your stories. I could do with a tree stump stool. Being short, it would be very useful!

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    1. Thanks, Sue. I wouldn't mind a tree stump stool for my adult self, too.

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  13. I had a little yellow stool to help my mom do dishes when I was little, but I think a tree stump stool would have been more cool.

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    1. I would've been happy with a yellow stool, too. But, I'm glad I got a tree stump for a stool. :-)

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