Howdy

It’s been awhile. I didn’t realise the responsibility of a blog really, but I come with some thoughts.

I had a really interesting conversation with my Gran the other night. I was admiring her wedding ring, and she was telling me about Grandpa and just about silly little things you talk about when you think back on life. She mentioned that a little while ago she had to get her ring repaired, because the band under the cluster of diamonds had worn down. Man. The band of her wedding ring had worn down. That’s 59 years of this ring rubbing against her finger and slowly but surely wearing thin. 59 years!!! Imagine how many times that ring has gone through soapy dish water, been covered in dough from cooking. How many times it has been looked at as a sign of commitment to Grandpa, to her kids, to God. I wonder how they both felt when Grandpa first slipped it on her finger, how many people have admired it. It is such a little thing, but such a big thing at the same time – a ring is just a little piece of rock and silver to tell people that you belong to someone.

That just blows my mind. And I can hardly get my head around it at the same time.

It made me think about something else I have that has worn down over many many years. My Nanna gave me a bowl and a spoon that she always used to mix batters for cakes and biscuits. The spoon is half worn down, and its shape fits the inside of the bowl. It’s kinda stupid, but they are my most loved possessions. Nanna used to make at least two cakes a day. One for Poppy and the hired men who worked on their farm, and one for the kids to take a slice to school. Dad might have to verify this, but I believe there was a cake for dessert for a treat once a week or so.

So, every day, this spoon was worn down just a little bit more as it ran through the bowl. There is something about that I really like, that makes me feel happy. I like to bake, and using this spoon and bowl just makes me feel like I have a little connection to a life that started long before mine.  And that’s what we are all looking for isn’t it. A lifeline, a bigger picture, a story that means something.

Steph