One morning, I happened to drop by for a visit and Gramps cornered me saying “Craig, I have had one of the worst cereals I have ever tasted in my life. No amount of sugar or milk would get this cereal to my liking. Please take a look and see what is wrong.” (You must know that Gramps went through the Depression. He seldom if ever complained about food. He was always glad to just have some.) As I went with him to the cupboard, I watched him pull out a box of croutons. We laughed over it, and then he said, “One good thing about this stuff; it never did get soggy!”
Enjoy your cereal.
I AM come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; . . .
Song of Solomon 5:1
The picture is of Gramps worn-out hands with his butterfly creation. How could anyone with hands beat-up like his, from his daily labor, make such a beautifully delicate butterfly? The wings of this butterfly are made of jade and are very thin, so thin you can see the light through them. How did he keep from breaking it on the polishing wheel?
Enjoy your cereal.
I AM come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; . . .
Song of Solomon 5:1
The picture is of Gramps worn-out hands with his butterfly creation. How could anyone with hands beat-up like his, from his daily labor, make such a beautifully delicate butterfly? The wings of this butterfly are made of jade and are very thin, so thin you can see the light through them. How did he keep from breaking it on the polishing wheel?