exploring the box. She found some of the figurines that she would have around her house, the ones that she always would ask her about.
“Where are you going to put them?” Chris asked.
“I’ll put some of them around the living room here,” Then she grabbed the one that meant the most to her, a beautiful figurine of a black ballerina doing a pirouette. Her arms outstretched high above her head, a lovely smile spread sweetly along her face. “This one here will go on my dresser.” She got up, walked to her bedroom and put it down in the middle of her dresser, right in front of her mirror.
When she walked back into the living room, Pamelia watched as Chris pulled a very familiar big brown leather bound book from the box.
“Will you look at that,” Veronica took the book from Chris’ hands. “It’s the family bible.”
“I thought this was long gone.”
“Family bible,” Chris was clueless to what they were talking about.
Pamelia smiled and said, “In our family, we would record the family births, deaths and marriages in this bible.”
The two sisters sat down on the couch as Veronica opened the pages, which were slowly going brown along the edges and the pages showed the dates and names. But they were still there, all their family members, starting with their third times great grandparents Ethel and Marion. “Here they are, Ethel and Marion.” They turned the next page as she was looking for her name and found it along with Veronica. “Look, there we are and there’s yours and Chris’ marriage recorded right here. There’s dad and mom, their marriage and the day they both died.” Then as she went down further along the page, she saw Aunt Marlene’s name. “Do you have a pen?” Pamelia asked her sister.
“I think so, let me check my purse.” Veronica got up to go into the kitchen.
“What are you going to do?” Chris asked.
“Going to put down the day Marlene passed away, yeah here is the day she was born.”
Veronica came back over with a pen.
Pamelia scribbled down the date of her passing, which made everything complete within the bible. “I think I’ll put this in the bookcase, so that way I will know where it is.”
“Well, I’m going to put all these boxes out back,” Chris said as he gathered them all and made his way through the kitchen.
“Thanks so much for doing that you sweet man,” Veronica called out after him. “So, have you found yourself a job yet?”
“Actually, I’ve been talking with a lady down at the Hewitt Honey Farm. They are in need of help. She hasn’t found anyone yet that will fit the bill for the job.”
“Well, what’s the job?”
“Working in the gift shop as well as helping out with some of the other things around the farm.”
“What the heck are you going to be doing at some farm? You haven’t been on a farm since we were kids.”
Pamelia laughed. “Yeah, I remember that, but this will be something different, and I would be out in the fresh air instead of a stuffy, musty cigar smelling office.”
“True but a farm Pamelia, I mean really.”
“I’m going over there in the morning, so we shall see what happens then.”
“Well, I wish you all the best. Why don’t we head into town and grab something to eat?”
“Sounds good to me,”
Both women went to freshen up a bit, and then they all left to go into town.
Chapter Six
B right and early the following morning, Pamelia put on her outfit. A pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a red plaid shirt short sleeved shirt with a white camisole underneath. She’d tried not to get too excited, because she didn’t know whether or not she would get the job. But the fact that she was starting something new in her life did excite her.
While driving to the farm, she spotted a sign, ‘Hewitt Honey Farm and Athena’s Restaurant and Gift Shop Turn Right’ with an red arrow pointing the way and soon, she saw another even bigger sign that was over the entry way of the road,
“Where are you going to put them?” Chris asked.
“I’ll put some of them around the living room here,” Then she grabbed the one that meant the most to her, a beautiful figurine of a black ballerina doing a pirouette. Her arms outstretched high above her head, a lovely smile spread sweetly along her face. “This one here will go on my dresser.” She got up, walked to her bedroom and put it down in the middle of her dresser, right in front of her mirror.
When she walked back into the living room, Pamelia watched as Chris pulled a very familiar big brown leather bound book from the box.
“Will you look at that,” Veronica took the book from Chris’ hands. “It’s the family bible.”
“I thought this was long gone.”
“Family bible,” Chris was clueless to what they were talking about.
Pamelia smiled and said, “In our family, we would record the family births, deaths and marriages in this bible.”
The two sisters sat down on the couch as Veronica opened the pages, which were slowly going brown along the edges and the pages showed the dates and names. But they were still there, all their family members, starting with their third times great grandparents Ethel and Marion. “Here they are, Ethel and Marion.” They turned the next page as she was looking for her name and found it along with Veronica. “Look, there we are and there’s yours and Chris’ marriage recorded right here. There’s dad and mom, their marriage and the day they both died.” Then as she went down further along the page, she saw Aunt Marlene’s name. “Do you have a pen?” Pamelia asked her sister.
“I think so, let me check my purse.” Veronica got up to go into the kitchen.
“What are you going to do?” Chris asked.
“Going to put down the day Marlene passed away, yeah here is the day she was born.”
Veronica came back over with a pen.
Pamelia scribbled down the date of her passing, which made everything complete within the bible. “I think I’ll put this in the bookcase, so that way I will know where it is.”
“Well, I’m going to put all these boxes out back,” Chris said as he gathered them all and made his way through the kitchen.
“Thanks so much for doing that you sweet man,” Veronica called out after him. “So, have you found yourself a job yet?”
“Actually, I’ve been talking with a lady down at the Hewitt Honey Farm. They are in need of help. She hasn’t found anyone yet that will fit the bill for the job.”
“Well, what’s the job?”
“Working in the gift shop as well as helping out with some of the other things around the farm.”
“What the heck are you going to be doing at some farm? You haven’t been on a farm since we were kids.”
Pamelia laughed. “Yeah, I remember that, but this will be something different, and I would be out in the fresh air instead of a stuffy, musty cigar smelling office.”
“True but a farm Pamelia, I mean really.”
“I’m going over there in the morning, so we shall see what happens then.”
“Well, I wish you all the best. Why don’t we head into town and grab something to eat?”
“Sounds good to me,”
Both women went to freshen up a bit, and then they all left to go into town.
Chapter Six
B right and early the following morning, Pamelia put on her outfit. A pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a red plaid shirt short sleeved shirt with a white camisole underneath. She’d tried not to get too excited, because she didn’t know whether or not she would get the job. But the fact that she was starting something new in her life did excite her.
While driving to the farm, she spotted a sign, ‘Hewitt Honey Farm and Athena’s Restaurant and Gift Shop Turn Right’ with an red arrow pointing the way and soon, she saw another even bigger sign that was over the entry way of the road,
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