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August 15, 2011

Bread Crusts

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Bread Crusts;

by Dick Hunt, Monday, August 15th, 2011
My Mother insisted that I should eat my bread crusts.  Before I got my delicious rice pudding.  I don’t know how she could see them under the rim of my dinner plate.  Mothers are so smart.   It may be that she could read my mind.  Or my body language.  What is he trying to hide? And her memory was acute.   She was a cutie.  All during my young life, when my Dad came in from his hard work on the Ranch, the first thing he always did was take off his hat, gather Mother in his arms and give her a big hug and a kiss.  And she reciprocated.   We were so very fortunate to have such marvellous parents.  They taught us the difference between right and wrong.  We knew the drill and it became an integral frame of our life style.  To this day.  My four siblings have all gone to their well deserved rest.  I am the only one of our generation able to tell the tale of our growing up. Such precious memories!

At coffee with my Village friends this morning I was informed I am like a bread crust.  I attract birds. Now I know that St. Francis of Assisi was widely known to attract birds and animals and people because of his undying gentleness and love for all creatures. But I was compared with birds which gather around the bread crusts that people leave lying around.  My ancient sister, right up to the time she died fed her lovely little birds, mostly finches, which came to her feeders. She anguished if there was too much snow around her door for her to safely venture out with her cane to replenish the bird seed.  She was a lifetime Rancher and very soft hearted and loving toward all nature.  She was a loving Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, neighbour and friend to all who knew her.  She too learned her lessons well at the breast and the knee of our Mother. She gave of herself and the hard earned possessions which she acquired with her loving husband in their own beautiful marriage of 54 years. What an example they set.  (The birds that gathered today were Ladies.)
Back to bread crusts. I have come to the point, long since, when I love crusty bread and buns.  Not the ones made with white, so called “enriched flour”, from which all the wheat germ and fibre  has been removed to make it look better; but the whole grain kind. I have also learned that “if we don’t use it, we lose it”.  That is why I take Ruth for a long walk in her care home each afternoon because we must have excercise. And we share our sweet somethings with each other all along the way. When I was growing up we didn’t need physical education.  We worked hard every day doing things that were mutually rewarding for the whole family. And with five children and numerous hired hands around the home and table, we learned to share and consider one another.  How greatly blessed we were.  We never dreamed that w o r k should be considered a bad word.

Back to bread crusts again. In the hay fields and harvest fields in late summer and fall, we used to take a break in mid afternoon for tea and sandwiches and a chance to relax for 15 minutes.  My cousin Floss who spent her summers with us used to bring the lunch out with the Horse and Buggy and we looked forward to that  chance to relax and regain some of our flagging strength for the rest of the day.  More blessings. And there was never a crumb left for the birds to pick up,  However, we grew all sorts of grain and in season, we fed literally millions of birds which were preparing for their way south for the winter as they fattened up for their long journeys.

But I haven’t dealt with the bread crust of the morning coffee hour.  I was likened to a crust which birds gather around for snacks. I am not a baker nor a cook but I do like to share what I have to offer and that is stories and words and experiences  and the ability to put into words what those one room school teachers taught us so well in the early years of western Canada.  God gives us all gifts which we ought to share and not all of them are edible.

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