A friend who says she would not miss one of my newspaper columns called last week and wanted to know if I still had my rocking chair.
I told her that it would be among the last things to go. I spend more and more time there because as time goes on, I need more rest.
I cook less, clean less and visit less. Sleep more, rest more and eat more. But I have many fans who read my work. Sometimes I wonder why, as it seems as if I am saying the same things over and over again.
No, no, no said two other fans Sunday afternoon. We want you to know we love your work. Now that’s something that will give you a lift.
There’s also something about an afternoon party honoring a bridal couple that brings many out to help enjoy the day.
It’s more than just a shower for the couple, who were surrounded with gifts. Those four crockpots and the garden hose will come in handy in their new home.
The rest of us got hugs from many friends who we don’t see as often as we would like. These planned parties are more than a chance to shower a bridal couple; it brings folks together who don’t see each other very much.
It’s not bad being the oldest couple in a crowd. We get special treatment. Good seats, many treats and lots of attention.
Seated next to the honored couple as they opened all those gifts made me wonder where they would put all this stuff. That’s what it becomes as you age. Stuff.
It is interesting as you age how little of this “stuff” that is needed.
It takes up space and gathers lots of dust, but we cling to all that we have accumulated. One pot, two pans and three plates and a couple of glasses about fill our kitchen needs. The other stuff stays because what if we would need this “stuff.”
I have several pieces of heavy crystal from my grandmother’s dining room. That’s where they stayed. These pieces were for company only and I never saw any of them in the kitchen.
I have never used any of them because I didn’t want to chance breaking them. Then again, the covered butter dish was designed for women who churned and patted butter into round balls. Square sticks of butter won’t fit in them. I wonder what the reaction would be if I filled the matching spoon holder and put it in the center of the table. The sugar bowl and cream pitcher make the set.
Those were for the days when Sundays at grandmother’s house meant a dining room table filled with home-cooked food. She gathered, cleaned and cooked it before church.
I remember company often came to eat. Sometimes it was the preacher, because then one of the church women usually had the preacher and his family for Sunday dinner.
Then dinner was at noon and the preacher did not wear a skirt.
Changes, changes, changes we’ve seen many and braced for many more.
Kathryn Yarbro is former managing editor of the Lincoln Times-News.