Thursday, May 31, 2012

Breaking Grandma's Plate


Warning: I'm going to get a little personal today.

On my piano sits a picture of Grandma Oram and one of her plates. I never met my grandmother. She died when my father was only seven-years-old. My father always told me I looked like her and because of that he gave me this framed photograph. I will always cherish it as I do the plate. My father gave me the plate also, but much later.

One time when my husband and I drove up to Idaho to visit with my parents they seemed especially excited. It was our wedding anniversary, but my parents never celebrated such things, so I was very perplexed when Mom told me that Dad had something for me. With great pride Dad handed me this plate and told me that it was his mother's. He wanted me to have it for my anniversary. I was very touched and honored.

Both instances happened many years ago. Since then my parents have passed away, so the plate and picture are very special to me.

This last weekend several stressful things were going on. You know how life can get sometimes. It's not just one thing but many little things that pile up and before you know it you're beginning to think you just can't handle everything. But I pushed those feelings aside Monday morning. I wanted to have a nice dinner that night on our deck using the new patio cushions we'd bought over a year ago, but hadn't used yet (that's another story), so I was tying the cushions on the chairs. The morning was a little chilly. I spied my husband's fleece jacket on the back of a chair in the dining room next to the railing.


As you can see, the railing is above the piano. (We have a multi-level house.) A table runner that I didn't see was hanging on the railing and as I pulled Hubby's jacket off the chair it caught on the table runner. The runner fell down on the dish, knocking it off the piano, and breaking it in half. I was heartbroken.

All the little things that had been building up over the weekend came to a head, and I started to cry. Over a plate. My grandmother's plate. That my father had given me.

But then something wonderful happened. I realized how fortunate I had been to have had that plate for so long. What made the plate special wasn't only that it was perfect, but that it was my grandmother's and my father had given it to me. That memory will long be with me unbroken.

 And as I looked at the plate in my hands, I knew it could be fixed with just a little glue. I began to think about the other problems I had been dealing with and realized they weren't that bad. I needed to put them in perspective and figure out what I could do. A saying my father told me came to mind, "I don't want to hear about what you can't do, I want to hear about what you can do."

Thanks, Dad. The plate has been glued and once again is on the piano. All is well, at least for the time being.

What experience have you had that made you reassess and realize things were going to be all right?




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8 comments:

  1. I can imagine how heartbroken you felt. I'm glad you were able to turn it around...and what a great quote from your dad. :)

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    1. It was tough at first, but once I stopped and thought about what was really important, I was okay.

      Thanks for stopping by.

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  2. Hi Kathi, dont have a story to tell but yours touched my heart and just wanted to say, thanks for sharing and glad that you are in better frame of mind now, sometimes it takes something like this to happen to shake us up and make us realize what is important in our lives,
    Paula O

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    1. Thanks, Paula. I certainly learned what really is important. My dad is still teaching me lessons.

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  3. It's amazing how those moments can put things in perspective! We have a little guy in our extended family circle who is facing some challenges in his life. He's the happiest little guy I've ever known - he always puts life in perspective for me! :)

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    1. Isn't it amazing how some people can always have an optimistic look on life? What a joy to have someone like that in your life. :)

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  4. Glad to see you glued it back together and returned it to its place of honor. You can't even tell from the photos that it was ever broken. I had a cherished flower vase that was my granny's that the kids dropped on accident. It was beyond repair, but we had used it every summer and filled it with flowers. In that small way, granny stayed with us through every bloom. Thanks for sharing your story. I can now imagine you playing your piano and thinking of your loved one. How sweet is that?

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    1. Hubby did a good job of gluing it back together. Oh, a cherished vase from your grandmother. That would be tough to get over. Thanks for sharing your story. :)

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