Friendship improves happiness and relieves misery by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Here I am this beautiful morning remembering way back when. This post came to my mind this morning as I was cooking breakfast. The eggs that I cracked into the skillet make me think of the chickens we kept when I was small. We always had chickens....and my Daddy always had a store (right in front of our house) We would sell Daddy sggs. About 100 times a day, we would go to the chicken house and everytime there was an egg, we took it to the store and Daddy would give us a nickel for it. We would either save it until we had several nickels or we would buy a candy bar or ice cream. We have been known to wait outside the chicken house (if there happened to be a chicken on the nest) until it finished with its business. I wish I could tell my Daddy today how much fun we had doing that and how sweet he was to pay us for his own eggs! Happy Memories!