Non Fiction
sunday morning
However, it was a letter tucked in with the pristine protective hand wear that was the true gift, for it bestowed the origin the family tradition of “workings.”
“Workings” being the term my husband’s grandfather had good-naturedly bellowed most weekend mornings after breakfast, and understood to mean the children were to join their elder taskmaster outside, where they would be expected to assist him in an endeavor that was destined to “save the universe.”
“Workings” being the term my husband’s grandfather had good-naturedly bellowed most weekend mornings after breakfast, and understood to mean the children were to join their elder taskmaster outside, where they would be expected to assist him in an endeavor that was destined to “save the universe.”