RESPECT OLD AGE

The Wooden Bowl I guarantee you, you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl.

Perhaps not today, but tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, or years from now, you will remember.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and

failing sight, made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about father,'

said the son. ‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.' So, the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, he sometimes had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up', the four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

Ouderdom kom nie skeilik nie……dit kom een dag vir een dag … tot jy nie meer kan nie … dan is jy oud. DANKIE aan almal hier in Pongola wat vir ons "Ou mense" omgee.

Ons WAARDEER dit.

Groete Koekie Erlank 30/5/2021