Through the Lens: A Family Supper
Simplicity and restrained energy reside in equal measure at the Reynolds home. There is a sense of great planning and attention to detail alongside a hearty dose of flexibility. Tom, a lawyer, and Kristie, an avid learner and teacher to their 10 children, hold to a slower, more deliberate pace. They have a view of life that makes ample space for gathering around a large farm table, seated on benches built by Tom, to share simple meals and the space where food, faith and family coincide. Supper is where the heart lies.
The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found.
Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.