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From the Archives: Just for Me

Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm still playing catch up so I'm back to reaching into my archives for a while more. Have fun out there.

Today's post (edited) was first published on April 11, 2015.
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Knock, knock.

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

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 next to the kitchen counter. "I thought it was the right size for Susie."

I was four. Either Uncle Frank or the Mama held my hand as I climbed onto the stump. Yaaay! I had a wonderful view of the counter.

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 ought to  have something just for me to stand on when the Mama was preparing and cooking meals.


  1. Every kid needs a step stool of some sort. Generally they want to help but can't reach just yet.

    1. I love seeing kids and parents who love doing stuff together in the kitchen. :-)

  2. What a good idea . . . creative uncle . . . I don't think i was ever in a home that allowed a tree stump inside . . . sure sounds like fun

    1. I learned another something about the parents' attitudes from you, G. :-)

  3. What a sweet story! I like it.

  4. Hoorah for Uncle Frank. My uncles were usually lugging in other kids. Sweet illustration and story.

    1. hahaha. I wouldn't have minded cousins. Thanks, Jeanna.


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