So, this is my strainer. Why? You ask? Because my mother used before me and she got it from her mother. You know? We don't have many things like that, I don't think most people do anymore. So, I love it. I use it often and I love to wonder of the stories it could tell of thousands of dinners passed. My mother and grandmother both grasped the handles in the same place I do. My mother ate the very meals that my grandma prepared with it, and my sister and I ate meals that my mother prepared with it. I think it is neat to think about, and, yes, I am surely becoming more and more sentimental as years go by. Ha! My grandma raised 4 children, 2 boys followed by 2 girls, like the family I am raising. I love that!
Here is a cute pic of Pheebs, ready for another summer day of play and friends!
and this is me doodling on my hand, the kind of tattoo I would get... but probably never will. :) It is just a vine with little leaves and a flower. The curling at the bottom says 'jesus' in cursive and after this pic I added the Scripture reference Is 46:19 which says, "Behold I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands." The word for Inscribed actually means something like 'cut into'. Precious words, I think.
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Whenever I hear that the literal translation is "cut into" I think of how the nails cut into His hands. Forever inscribed, we are.
Love the strainer and the history. i have a coffee mug that was my Dad's that I can't part with. Today I am drinking from my Grandma's coffee mug. I love things like that.
Love you!
Adorable picture of Pheebster, by the way, as usual :)
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