Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I bought my two grandsons giant pinwheels yesterday, when I was shopping for rugs with my daughter.  They were part of a Fourth of July display, and caught my eye.  What is more fun than a pinwheel?  They've been around since at least my childhood, are easily made with paper and pins and a stick, and spin like crazy.  One of the most delightful things about grandkids is how they take you back to your own childhood, and it's simple pleasures.  My grandmother used to take out a tin tub from the cellar and fill it with water and my brother and I would splash and play in it for hours.  We'd pour from one container to another until the water was all soaked into the lawn.  Another thing she did was save cereal boxes and containers and we would play store on the front steps, using money we'd made from paper and grocery bags.  My grandparents were poor, but resourceful.  I watched my grandma can pickled peaches, beets, butter pickles and tomatoes.  Then, later, she'd take me to the cellar to admire row after row of shining cans ready for the harsh winter of Missouri. The colors were jewel-like and the mystery of the cellar tantalizing.  So many amazing things for a small child to wonder about.  Now I'm  a witness to that wonder again.