before dad died
we talked
about money
~
he grew up
an immigrant family
a farm
western canada
dirty thirties
~
he grew up
the eleventh
of twelve children
his family was rich
in love
~
always
they had each other
working, playing
together
~
family was survival
~
he never realized
they were poor
he did wonder
one time
~
the family searched
the home
3 cents
coveting
a postage stamp
~
Awe, my parent’s were the same way…. not rich in money, but rich in love! Great post!
thanks so much
I have a jar in my closet
and luckily found
these 3 pennies
from my dad’s childhood era
What you have written is a reminder of so many things, family, love, endurace and the truth of simplicity.
In our society the need for ‘more’ seems to outweigh the reason for ‘less’.
Less will always provide greater spirit.
money is useless
without our spirit
and sense of who we are
Lovely photo.
There’s not enough money in this world that compares to the richness of family and love.
thanks for your kind words
nice post about real happiness
my dad was very lucky
and very wise
This is enchanting and heart warming
thank you