Little Yellow Bowl My little yellow bowl broke today, its handle finally succumbing to 34 years of regular use and hot dishwashers. It’s not much of a bowl. Plastic, part of a set long gone. And I was surprised at the rush of emotion I felt. You see, my mother-in-law gave me that bowl. She gave me the whole set as part of a large box of utensils and bowls and dishcloths and other kitchen things her son and I would need as we set up our first home together. While many may not see that as such a big deal, it was. I was most decidedly not her choice for her son. And yet, she still did this thoughtful thing. I use that bowl for nearly everything. It has a little spout, making it perfect for pouring pancake batter on a hot griddle or cake mix into cupcake tins. And every time I used it over the years, I thought about her. The rest of the contents of that box are mostly long gone. But the little yellow bowl hung in there, for 34 years. My mother-in-law and I had what can ta...
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I never met Olive, but thanks to a suggestion by Kim Kommando's site, I read her blog regularly. It was entertaining, educational, funny.
Every day, thousands of people pass their last day on earth, most unnoticed by any save their closest friends and relatives. But Olive was different.
This one dear lady, helped by her friend Mike, used the internet to show us that all lives have value and meaning. She shared with us details of a life that began when Queen Victoria was still on the throne.
What seemed ordinary to her was amazing, thrilling, to us. And she showed how this "new" technology she could barely understand could connect us around the globe.
Mike will possibly post one or two final notes to Ollie's blog. And of course, you can still peruse the archives. http://www.allaboutolive.com.au/
It's worth doing. Goodbye, Ollie. We'll miss you the world over.