Thursday, September 20, 2012
Like Butter on Hot Gingerbread
My cousin Sharon recently sent me a lovely note that included a photo of my grandfather with her father. Both were tiny little tykes with slicked back hair, ruffled collars and happy smiles. Their little sepia-tone faces reflected the sheer joy of childhood. My grandpa didn't change much over the years. I could easily recognize Grandpa the man in that little photo of him as a wee one. Sharon mentioned in her note that she has in her possession an autograph book of my great-grandmother's, who was Grandpa's mother and Sharon's grandmother. My great-grandmother had written in the book, "May your virtues ever spread like butter on hot gingerbread." Reading her quote made me think a bit about virtues. Patience, compassion and loyalty came to mind. Then, I started to wonder, how well do my virtues "spread"? Are they kind of thick and congealed or, as Great-grandmother Ella wrote in 1894, do they spread like butter on hot gingerbread? I shall take her words to heart and aspire for the latter.