On Saturday I gave Mr. Tide a nudge to head out and do something I've been wanting to do for the last 2 years. That's how we roll around here, sometimes a little like a square block on a mild slope, but we eventually get to whatever it is that we want to get done.
This chalkboard has been in my family since I can remember. My father, who worked for the Navy as an engineer, brought it home when the place where he worked was getting ready to throw it away. My father had a love for lost and unwanted items, something I think I inherited. So he was known for bringing home unusual items from time to time which thrilled my mother to no end. He even once brought home an old Navy chow hall potato peeler. The thing was roughly the size of a 50 gallon drum and was lined with sand paper. When you turned it on it whirled around and wore the peels off of the potato. Great if you were feeding the whole Navy, for a family of 6, not so much!
So when my mother passed, my father asked the 4 kids to go through the house and put stickers with our birth order number (I'm number 4 of 4!) on the pieces we really wanted to inherit. I knew right away which pieces I wanted, the chalkboard being at the top of the list. No one else seemed interested. My sister "M" already had a chalkboard for her children and my other two siblings had other items that meant more to them, or maybe they sensed how much I really wanted that chalkboard.
When we bought this house it had a hallway which leads back to all of the bedrooms, it's almost identical to my parent's house so I knew just where the chalkboard would one day hang. I wanted to pass by it everyday on the way to our bedroom, just as I had done all those years that I lived with my parents. And the same way that our children and nieces and nephews had done whenever they had sleepovers at Nana and Opa's house.
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