Those who know me best are aware that one of my favorite things is pinecones. I just love them. I have been collecting them for many years. I have big cones, little cones, red cones, brown cones, and even some black cones. I have giant cones, miniature cones, stiff cones, and soft cones. I think pinecones are like beautiful wooden roses. I have boxes of cones. I began collecting fourty years ago. Kermit and I have moved two times within that fourty year span. And each time we moved, my pinecone collection got bigger. When I see beautiful pinecones, I always pick them up. My family loves teasing me about my pinecone collection. They joked about the posibility of ‘loosing them’ each time we moved.
The last time we moved was about twenty years ago. In jest, I wrote a warning sign on biggest box of pinecones; “Don’t even think about loosing these pinecones.” My sons (5 of them including boy friend and sons in law) worked tirelessly helping with the move. Moving is hard work and these boys were superstars. They were lifting and moving heavy furniture, stacking boxes, and protecting our prescious cargo ….. all the while enjoying one another’s company and making the experience quite fun. After the large rented moving van was filled, a couple of pickup trucks carried our additional ‘stuff’. As it happened my pinecone collection didn’t fit into the moving van so it was loaded into one of the pickups. My ‘warning note’ was clearly visible as the boys secured the box using bungee cords and ropes. My final words before the truck left was; “Make sure you take good care of my pinecones.” The boys laughed and off they we went.
We moved before the construction of our new home was completed, so all but our clothing and personal essentials were unloaded into a large storage unit. Later that evening I could sense the boys had something to tell me, but were reluctant. So, after a bit of prodding, the tale was told of the demise of my precious pinecone collection. As the boys recounted the dreadful event, they were laughing so hard tears were streaming down their cheeks and they could hardly speak more than a few garbeled words without breaking into uproarious laughter. As the story went, the boys were following one another, when suddenly the bungee cord securing my beloved pinecones snapped. Then with a swoosh the wind caught the box and threw it high into the air like a tennis ball waiting for a serve. An unsuspecting motorist hit the box like a swift racquet. That box literally exploded like a huge firecracker as pinecones flew in all directions onto the freeway, pelting vehicles which immediately squashed them flat, leaving nothing to be salvaged. That was twenty years ago and to this day, the mention of my pinecones brings raucous laughter to any family gathering.
For now, Earlynn’s just sayin’; Life does unfold perfectly. A powerful prayer is; “God grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can change; and the wisdom to know the difference.”
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