“Oomph,” Shirley grunted bending her knees. Was Edgar trying to play a fast one on her by giving her this spinning wheel? He said this was Aunt Gerty’s old wheel. But she didn’t believe it.
He probably stored the original until he could sell it. A reproduction would be a lot less expensive. Had he lied?
As a teenager, Shirley had scratched her initials on the bottom. She lowered her head to see. The wheel tipped over……
“Mom, how did you ever get in this mess?” Edgar lamented.
Seeing her initials and holding her head, Shirley smiled. Edgar was honest.
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Smiling at you, Rochelle. Thanks for the picture and the one hundred-word challenge. It takes a very organized person to do what you do with this weekly event. Readers, follow the link to see how others were inspired by this picture challenge.
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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she wanted to believe her son, of course. but she just had to make sure. 🙂
Suspicious and a bit paranoid, but relieved that her son was not scheming against her. You got it.
Sounds like Edgar has “form” for pulling a fast one on his mum. I’m glad he was telling the truth this time!
I think the problem is mom. Age is working an act on her. Thanks for the comment.
If you can’t trust family who can you rust.
Yes, I’m afraid mom is beginning to have some problems.
Glad she could confirm he was telling the truth!
I am too. She is feel more secure, at least, for a while.
Edgar must have a reputation for his mom to be so suspicious.
I don’t think so. It is sad what aging does to some folks as they find control leaving their hands.