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.
= = = = = = = = = = = = =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.
Every kid needs a step stool of some sort. Generally they want to help but can't reach just yet.ReplyDelete
I love seeing kids and parents who love doing stuff together in the kitchen. :-)Delete
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 funReplyDelete
I learned another something about the parents' attitudes from you, G. :-)Delete
What a sweet story! I like it.ReplyDelete
Cool, Linda. Glad you enjoyed it.Delete
Hoorah for Uncle Frank. My uncles were usually lugging in other kids. Sweet illustration and story.ReplyDelete
hahaha. I wouldn't have minded cousins. Thanks, Jeanna.Delete