When we were growing up, we would get new chicks each spring. (We didn't name them as they were going to end up as dinner in a few short months.) Mom & Dad would wait until the oldest grandchildren would arrive from Minnesota for vacation. My younger sister and I were in high school and the girls were 10 and 12 years younger than me. We looked forward to their visits each year. My parents insisted that we wait to get the chicks until they arrived. A couple of days after they arrived, we would go into town to the feed store to pick up our chicks. L and D would oooh & awww over each one and pick one and then another up to hold. It is hard to say who enjoyed the time more them or my parents or my sister and I .
Memories returned this afternoon as I watched my younger sister's kids oooh and awww over the chicks. Her son used my digital camera to take thirty-some pictures of the new pets. He was moving this way and that to get just the right shot. He took a couple of really good pictures. Their dog was very interested in the chicks as well. She would rest her head over the edge of the chicks home and watched closely. (She didn't seem to be licking her lips though.)
It was a great afternoon when the past and the present came together. Life goes on in a pattern and a rhythm that is comforting. Even with the changes that happen within a family, the legacy goes on.