Connections

It has been raining all day but I don't mind- I have my handy purple flowered umbrella to keep me dry.  In March when I was cleaning out my car I went to roll up and fasten my umbrella when realized that the fabric had come off a couple of the spokes so I took it in the house and sewed them back on so it would be ready for some heavy use this spring.  My grandma gave me the umbrella and since she is no longer with us it has some sentimental value. Elisha was over this evening and as she was getting ready to leave I saw the purple umbrella laying on the rug by the front door.  I thought I had left mine in the car when I got home from work so I questioned her about it and lo and behold discovered that she had one too.  Last summer I lamented about Emily's Umbrella on my blog and on Facebook and this generated some discussion among my female cousins and we soon discovered that most of the granddaughters, the daughters-in-law, and even the great granddaughters all have a duplicate. We had fun sharing photos of ourselves with our umbrellas with each other and remembering all of the fun times we've had together.  It might sound corny but it's good to do that sometimes. Tonight I posted this photo on Facebook.  Since we are distributed coast to coast and in Paris -it will be interesting to see who else popped open their umbrellas today. I'm sure they will let me know.