Very humbling to say the least. This afternoon I am going back to a time 65 years ago with a task that my mom had me do often. Every Saturday, it was my job to tip the six kitchen chairs over and scrape off the bottom of the chair glides. Farmers don’t take their shoes off when they come into the house and farmer’s children drop food on the floor for the chair to push off against.
Same church; different pew. Here I am at age 72 and doing the very same task here on Stauffer Avenue. Crumbs get dropped, food gets spilled and the rollers on the chairs collect bits and pieces here and there. I don’t need to do these every Saturday, but every once in awhile it doesn’t hurt. In the end, it is a good job done and of course it is not a one time job as long as people eat and drop crumbs.