Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Small Stones 2013! Jan 1 :)

While cleaning, I found my great-uncle's old, tin ladle. Every morning he would draw a bucket of well water, cover it with a fresh, white towel, and set it by the door for all the June-sweaty kids to find. We all drank from the same ladle and dipped it back into the same bucket. Today it served up a refreshing sip from my childhood.

1 comment:

  1. What a great memory - and stone. I remember a ladle like that, too, beside our outdoor pump. Keep the stones coming!