Saturday, June 10, 2017
The Story of a Pig
A few days ago I was visiting my friend Gram who writes at Goodnightgram's Blog. She was writing a letter to her grandpa, whom she never met. She shared a picture of a pig cutting board that was hand-made by this grandpa. I was shocked to see that it was the same pig I own.
When Richard (my late husband) was in the 8th grade he took a woodwork class. At this time (around 1946 I think) he handcrafted a pig cutting board. He painted the edges red and gave it to his mother. His mother loved this cutting board. She proudly displayed it on her kitchen counter clear up to her death at the age of 93. I rescued Mr. Pig when the house was sold at auction. I love knowing that it was made with Richard's hands and lovingly used for many, many years by his mother. I don't use it any longer as a cutting board. But he rests on a bookshelf in my dining room. I think of her chopping vegetables when I see all the tiny cuts in the board. We have many prized possessions made and used by family members. What prizes do you have at your house?