Wednesday, September 4, 2013


 "What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. 

I stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes,or when he shod a horse."

"What about this?" he asked. 

`How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I 
thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.

"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.

"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. 

I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf 
leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and 
one in the middle;little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching  and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. 

Dillon's gaze was on me as I glanced back at him.

"Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box.

I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.                                                                    

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