David Heiller
Grandma Schnick |
Maybe you’d get
10 bucks for the whole works. Practically worthless.
But look a little closer.
The afghan, with rows
of bright flowers,
each different, fitted amid a black border, you’d hardly guess it’s over 100
years old, but I know it’s a work of art to cuddle under on the living room
couch in the winter.
The drinking glasses,
with pheasants flying
off them, pheasants we could feel and almost hear as we drank milk around the
crowded kitchen table when company came.
David with Grandma Schnick and his sister Lynette. |
The platter from
Germany on the wall over the sewing machine, part of the living room ever since
Danny sent it from Germany 20 years ago. His name is still carefully written on a piece of
masking tape on the back, for Grandma to remember a thoughtful grandson, and
for Danny too.
David and Grandma Schnick. (Detail from a larger photo.) |
The glass cake platter
that sits like a monarch in the china cupboard
on a carved pedestal, the reigning king
of all other dishes, cups, and saucers. Grandma respected its rank, and only took it out for company.
Above the cake platter, hiding behind a cup, an owl.
That’s what Grandma called it. She found it on an ocean beach in Texas, a piece of white quartz with a red top and two spots that stare like
an owl, as any kid can see, an owl
surprised from its afternoon nap.
Grandma Schnick's rocks, one the surprised owl and one amazingly smooth and round. |
We saw these things
most of our life. We took them for granted, but they grew on us, just like Grandma did, and
became a part of us. When we looked again last Sunday, in the cupboards and on
the walls, we found treasures, not worthless, but priceless.
An owl now sits in our
kitchen on a shelf, watching over us sleepily. A little black rock, perfectly
smooth, lies in my sock drawer. My daughter already likes it as much as I do.
She feels its smooth surface, and spins it like a top. I’ll take it out and
show it to her about once a year or so.
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