It is the small simple things of life that bring us peace.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
My grandparents had a bell similar to this one in the area behind their house. Usually it was full of yellow jackets, but occasionally when it was not occupied we would be allowed to briefly ring it at lunch time to signal the men that the food was on the table. My grandmother never allowed repeated ringing as it was a signal to the neighbors in their semi-rural neighborhood that there was trouble and help was needed immediately.
And, I just have to note that we referred to our noon time meal as "dinner". Dinner was on the table and getting cold, better come quick and wash up!