SHARING LIFE
There is
something very good about suppertime. Suppertime
is more than just a time to eat- it is warm with
happy memories. A few sunny hours to run barefoot
after school, a time of homecoming and hearing
what everyone else did during the day. Suppertime
means watching Grandmother make "digalvnhi",
Cherokee grape dumplings, and hearing her sing as
she worked. A day, a time, an hour never stands
on its own but is bolstered by all those hours
that have gone before. Nothing is ever lost--not
even the simplest things--for time enhances what
has been dear to us. We tend to look back and
think something no longer exists. But it does, in
all the lovely hours that wait for us--like
suppertime--like singing in the kitchen and warm
bread baking. This is not just memory, it is
sharing life.
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