Few people have the opportunity to spend their entire childhood in one home, one community. (Mr. Muscle and I dragged our poor children across the USA.) Even though I realize how blessed I am, it hurts. This past weekend, my childhood home was disbanded.
The woodwork in the kitchen was finished by the light of a Coleman lantern after dad got off work. The smell of the lacquer was heady and I liked it. The happy memories and smells that kitchen held: turkeys roasted, hams glazed, Christmas cookies cut, green beans canned, birthday cakes iced, and wonderful homemade spaetzle noodles!!!