Wishing and hoping

If you remember I spent 3 or 4 days each week with my grandmother. One of my favorite memories was breaking the wishbone. Whenever Gramma would cook a chicken or a turkey she would dry out the wishbone and save it for Susan and I to break. The idea is to each take a side of the bone, make a wish and pull until the bone splits apart. We were mostly impatient while waiting for the bone to become sufficiently dry- which probably didn’t really take very long in Utah’s dry climate. Time passes very slowly when you are small.

For my birthday, Rick bought me a silver wishbone charm for my bracelet. It reminds me of my Gramma and my sister and the fun memories that we made.

I was delighted when I saw this sculpture on my morning bike ride. It’s right at the entrance to the trail in Hafer Park.

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Yes, good old Nigel is here with me. He definitely needs a tune-up.

Yes, good old Nigel is here with me. He definitely needs a tune-up.

 

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