Once, a long, long time ago I knew something about myself. In fact, I might have actually written it upon this very webpage. But then, in an attempt to be a good mother, I lost myself. I guess that could be quite literally taken, but I'll err on the side of thinking that I might have actually retained something of myself in this mothering adventure and suggest that I lost my profile as I was trying to figure out how to help my sweet daughter set up her own blog. Alas, we need not go into the details of my ineptitude but suffice it to say that I do indeed think I have a somewhat of a personal profile and it might go something like this. Once upon a time I was a museum curator, then I became a stay-at-home mother and now, now I am many things, including the author of this mess.
An early 19th century version of an object that has been in use for centuries, although this hand crank is more time intensive than the modern, but not more fragrant. What is it?
3 comments:
I love you Carrie!
I love you too!
What a handsome man. Please give you mom my sympathy on her loss. Death makes you so grateful for the gospel and the knowledge of a resurrection.
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