At My Brother’s House

On my way home to Eastford I stopped in at my brother Sam’s home in upstate New York. He was just back from Alaska and I thought he would tell me all about my father’s funeral.

Unfortunately, he had laryngitis and couldn’t speak except for an occasional hoarse whisper!

But I enjoyed a few pleasant days with his family before heading on home to Eastford.

I stayed there again on my way back to Canada. And this time I broke out my tea things – and borrowed a few of their things…

And we had a tea party!

There’s nothing quite like sitting around the table together. We gathered there the next morning, too. And although we never did look at the video of my father’s funeral together we did regale the children with a great many stories about “the old days!”

I will utter hidden things, things from of old - things we have heard and known, things our ancestors have told us. We will not hide them from their descendants; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, his power, and the wonders he has done.

Psalm 78:2-4