Sprinkling Can Of Love And Maryjane Shoes

Mom picked out a pair of black patent shoes for me for dress occasions when I was about nine. I did not like them and I told her so and she insisted that I would learn to like them. I said no and she bought them anyway and I never put them on. I usually never said no to Mom because she was a good soul and even a nine year old could appreciate her. I disliked them and there they sat on the cupboard shelf high up and I never took them down. Things were tight financially and so I either wore them or wore my everyday shoes for special occasions which did not look too good. Time went by and as kids do, their feet grow and so I needed a new pair and this time Mom said to me pick out what you like. So I did and they were pretty black patent like the other ones, but a different style and I loved them. I wore them every time we had a special occasion to go to and sometimes, I wore them to school to showoff to the other kids. There is a saying a sprinkling can of hope, I do not remember if this is one I made up or I read it somewhere. It is a great and sweet saying and you can sum up life using that as your motto. Life is like a watering can that you sprinkle the flowers outside with because there was hardly any rain that summer. You sprinkle life with hope as to obtaining your dreams and aspirations and you hope they come true someday. Some do and some do not, but the thoughts of them is anticipation and I always felt that anticipation is fifty percent of the desire. I was talking to my youngest grandson as we finished lunch when he was here yesterday visiting for the day with his sister. I told them of the story of my Dad getting a typewritten letter from Henry Mencken an editor of the Sunpapers in around the year of 1944 or thereabouts. My Dad use to handwrite letters to the editor on daily happenings at home and in the world. He gets a letter from HM telling him this: Mr.Sohmer, we no longer accept handwritten letters to the editor, because they can cause ERROS, Now some can say he was being facetious or he did make an error in typing or he was being funny. My grandson said " Grammie he was being hypocritical." Yes, you could say that, we had not thought of that all these years since I got the letter when Mom died 32 years ago and it was in her belongings. The teacher told him before school closed in the 5th grade that she loved a story he had written which was their assignment and she told him his writing was so good, someday he could write books like Tom Clancy. This is a magnificent comment from a teacher and I told him to save her letter to him and of course, now days, there is no handwritten stories or notes to a friend or relative. He wrote it of course on the computer. Kids learn the computer even at age 5. So HLM, you are getting a letter written on the computer, there were no computers way back in 1944 when my Dad did his writing. Joseph Sohmer did not know of computers, they were a blink in peoples' eyes or thoughts, they had never even heard the word computer.Sprinkle your life with hope and dreams and water them daily with other thoughts of life, love and longing. Elita Sohmer Clayman Fairfax Station Virginia Patch