At Sunday Dinner this past weekend with the family, my parents pulled two dusty treasures from their basement: their incubator – the same one which my sister and I witnessed chicks hatching for the first time in as children, and my grandfather’s brooder lamp. I was so excited I did a happy dance in the kitchen! And, not just because these were items we need, but because these items were theirs and they were passing them on to us. As I set up the incubator, I was taken back to being a little girl, on the back porch of my folks’ farmhouse, marking the eggs with an X, turning them diligently, witnessing the miracle of being able to see a baby chick inside an egg with a flashlight. I can still feel my Mama and my sister, sitting beside me on the floor as we watched the first baby chick peck its way out and greet us. Using the same tools, knowing that my parents and grandparents used them fills me with so much pride and such a connection to my family and the past.
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