“The steel belts are showing on my pickup tires!” Announced Certain Man cheerfully this morning.  “Do you think you or someone could take them over to Cook’s for a pair of used ones for me this morning if I took someone else’s car to work?”

Certain Man’s Chevy S-10 pickup has almost 200,000 miles on it.  The air conditioning doesn’t work, and it is quite dirty from all the farm work it is pressed into.  The daughters of Certain Man refer to it as “Stinky” and the name has stuck.  “Do I have to take Stinky?” they will say and sigh when the need for wheels presents itself and there is no other alternative.  The thing is, Stinky has automatic transmission, so two of the three daughters have to take Stinky if they need a spare vehicle and the choice is between a stick shift and Dad’s pickup.  Certain Man is partial to his pickup.  He roars up and down the road to work and manfully sports the bumps and oddities presented by the aging vehicle and proclaims the usefulness and virtue of the little machine when it comes to the gas prices.  And, of course, it is paid for, so that makes it even more attractive.

Since everyone headed out except Middle Daughter who has been home with some sort of a bug for over a week, Certain Man’s Wife decided that she could run the truck to Cook’s for the tires as soon as Our Girl Nettie got on the bus.  So she headed out and came into the Fair Town (pun intended, Delaware folk) of Harrington.  The technicians said it would be 20-25 minutes, so CMW decided to cross the street and visit a little shop that has seen quite alot of change over the past ten years.  It had housed the Harrington Pharmacy for many a year, then was a gift shop, then was a teacher supply store and now is a combination gift shop/health foods store/teacher depot/deli/coffee house/restaurant kind of thing.  She browsed among the little things that were here and there, and found quite a number of country sayings and interesting items.

And then, in the middle of the muddle there was this plain wooden plaque:

my find 001

CMW felt this jolt somewhere in her chest, and she could hear her Grandpa Yoder’s voice, telling her Daddy about being invited for Sunday dinner to a friend’s house.

“We been invited to Renzie’s (Lorenzo and Polly Schlabach’s) to eat bread!” he said delightedly in his familiar crackly voice.  It was how he often spoke of eating a meal with friends — either at home or in a place to which they had been invited.  Always with joy.  Always with anticipation.

Certain Man’s Wife snatched the little board up and held it in her hand and felt a strong desire to put this somewhere in the big old house at Shady Acres to remember his words.  She turned it over.  $2.50.  That was affordable.  So she paid her money and brought it home to sit on the blue kitchen counter.

“Eat Bread.”  What a familial way to speak of sharing food with people we care about.

Come on over.  We’ll break (and eat) some bread.


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  1. Must have been the day to visit Cook’s…my husband was there this morning as well. I love the plaque! ~Erica

  2. Sure would love to. Someday…

  3. Isn’t it neat to remember words of our family members that have gone before us.  That was special I thought.   Last week, I had something special happen, I met one of my mom’s nurses at the County Fair, and had seen her probably in 20 years.  That was really special.  Now that my Mom is gone, it made it even more special. 

  4. Just a few minutes before Mark brings me in some corn. I’m aiming on doing about 400 ears if he gets that much. He said tomorrow and and next day there should be plenty.I love your bread post. Also that picture of Grandma Yoder is a real keeper. I saved it in my Yoder file. You take care and gear up for another big corn day. Love you much, Polly

  5. I would love to come over and eat some of your bread.  As long as it was made with the right Crisco.   What a nice bargain to find!

  6. I have always liked that expression.  I would have bought that little board, too.

  7. v fro Idaho

    What a touching little story.  Blessings…v

  8. @v fro Idaho –  Could you message me and let me know who you are? I’ve racked my brain and cannot begin to think who I know in Idaho — and one who would sign their name “v” — Just curious!

  9. I love the thought: Breaking bread ‘together;’ an added dimension to sharing a meal with friends and loved ones. Thanks for sharing it.

  10. someday I will show up and yes I will have a slice! 🙂 love the sign!

  11. v from Idaho

    @Buckeyegirlie – 
    Greetings from North Idaho.  I am a recently retired elementary teacher.  I found your blog last winter and have enjoyed it ever since.  I like your friendly writing style and the lovely pictures.  I live in a small community here in the Idaho panhandle (pop 500) .  I grew up in this town and just finished up my teaching career of 22 years in this same town.  I attended the U of I and my college advisor was named Dr. Maynard Yutzy, perhaps he is a relative.  He was a great encouragement to me, especially since I was an older student.  I am a born again Christian and we are blessed to have a wonderful pastor to shepherd us…a true man of God.  Maybe you have heard of Village Missions?  Our church is a VM church.  I read about 20 to 25 blogs and enjoy learning about life in a different part of our country.  You are one of “my favorites.  I also read Polly, Cerwin and Doris, Julia Graber, and Minniesonora among others.  Thank you for your posts.  Blessings…Vicci   (I hope this goes through, I just lost the last message I tried to send.)

  12. Me too I’d love to ‘break bread’ with you folks or you here with me.
    Yes even before I knew Raph was connected to you when I 1st met him I was very impressed by his gentle-ness and he was so gracious…..So was Lem when I met him. You have raised some nice sons.

  13. v from Idaho

    Oh dear, silly me….I thought I was emailing you not posting on the comment page.  Oh well….v

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