Dinner Bell

Come on in and have a glass of plain old sweet tea. Sometimes it is just the best. It has been so hot the last several days, but again I won't complain. I'll just stay in under the air and drink my tea. I am glad you dropped by today. There is a lot I want to share, but some will just have to wait until another day. I'll give you a hint. I have got to spend some time with a favorite blogging friend. More about that next time, and some pictures.
Anyway I am so happy today. Many years ago my daddy bought me a dinner bell. When he brought it home,my grandfather, his dad, was there. He said it was just what they needed so my grandmother could ring it if they needed help. Of course I was disappointed, but what kind of granddaughter would I have been to be selfish. My grandmother couldn't read nor write, so she couldn't dial a phone. Well it hung there for many years. It was in the back yard of this house.

This is a picture my cousin painted and hangs on my wall of love. After they died we brought it home and it hung for years. Well until the pole rotted. For some reason it never got put back up. Until today. Dodd came and set it and honestly when he rang it, it brought tears to my eyes. It just sounded so good.

This fellow had to oversee the job. Nothing escapes him.

Dasko and I thank your for coming Through My Back Door where life is good.
betty
ps Next post you'll find out who came Through My Back Door