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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Lovely post! Enjoy the challenge!
ReplyDeleteDeb (Mizz D aka The Widow Badass)
Thank you.
DeleteWhat a sweet memory. I remember helping my mom in the kitchen too. I cherish those moments.
ReplyDelete:-) Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteThat is so sweet :)
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DeleteThat 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
ReplyDeletelol. I doubt you have a "li'l old black heart" at all.
DeleteHow sweet is your Uncle and that seems quite practical. I love your drawing and hope you keep all of these
ReplyDeleteYup, I'm saving the drawings, Birgit. Don't know what I'm going to do with them though.
DeletePlace them in a scrapbook with your writings:)
DeleteSo sweet of Uncle Frank. And that pic told me just how much effective uncle Frank's idea was. :)
ReplyDeleteIt may have kept me from standing up on the chairs and tables, which I understand I did a lot.
DeleteTree stumps have so many uses. This one is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThe thought of a tree stump in her house cracks me up now.
DeleteWhat a wonderful memory! Love your pictures. They'll be a great record of the challenge.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-)
DeleteWhat 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! :)
ReplyDeleteYou're right. The little things are and were the best.
DeleteEnjoyed your post. What a delightful memory!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the comment, Trudy. :-)
DeleteThanks so much for stopping by! New follower. I love that memory! :D
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to stop by, too. :-)
DeleteThat was one super cool idea . . . Pretty smart, that Uncle.
ReplyDeleteTotally. Uncle Frank was something else. I miss him.
DeleteSusie,
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying your illustrations as much as your stories. I could do with a tree stump stool. Being short, it would be very useful!
Thanks, Sue. I wouldn't mind a tree stump stool for my adult self, too.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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