A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Rock Tumbling
Pop has always been an amateur geologist. As a boy, his favorite past time was collecting rocks and garnets. Each treasure he brought home, he carefully chipped away excess rock and began polishing them by hand. As an adult, he bought himself a rock tumbler. Long days and endless nights were filled with the racket of rocks tumbling loudly in metal cylinders. Not that Pop ever complained because he couldn't hear them. Soon they were polished into shiny gems. Mom's jewelry box sparkled with earrings and necklaces that Pop lovingly crafted for her. My husband couldn't resist this advice for my mom, "Wear it or make it a doorstop but just don't swim in it."
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