AS READERS may have gathered, we are at Fawn Island
AS READERS may have gathered, we are at Fawn Island on Rainy Lake this week. One of the small pleasures of living in this old island cabin is being surrounded by old stuff. Family stuff. When I was 12 or so I gave my Grandmother this hot pad for a Christmas present. I thought the corny inscription was the cleverest joke I’d ever heard, and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
Of course she played along, acting as if it WAS the cleverest, funniest joke ever. She kept it in her kitchen for decades. Now it’s here, in our little Fawn Island kitchen. Along with two of her ancient tin bread boxes and a few other things. Which means, of course, that Grandmother is still here, too.