These little pigs once belonged to my grandmother. After she died, these were among the things my aunt brought out for my siblings and cousins to look through. I'm not sure why, but I found something very appealing about these little guys. They are salt and pepper shakers. I have no memory of ever seeing them before my aunt brought them out, but I know they must have lived in a cupboard or maybe out on a counter or tabletop at Grandma's house. But surely I would have remembered that--I mean, I'm not sure that I could have resisted playing with them if they had been on Grandma's table. They look like the kind of pigs would need to have a conversation or do little dances or run away from the steak knives.I haven't asked my mother if she remembers them. For now, I'm just glad they live on the window ledge above the sink in my kitchen, where they've found a home among the chives and parsley. They are happy there.
Oooh, I love this post. A heartfelt wondering of something belonging to someone special. Your thinking is so audible in the line "But surely I would have remembered that."
ReplyDeleteI love this line: "They look like the kind of pigs would need to have a conversation or do little dances or run away from the steak knives." This is a whimsical kind of post that makes me smile and think...all is right in your little world.
ReplyDeleteYou've made us fall in love with those little piggies too!
ReplyDeleteThey have found a good home. Make sure they stay out, so your kids remember them and want them later.
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