A New Light/Fan for an Old House

The light above our kitchen table stopped working a few days ago, so my fix-or-install-almost-anything-husband bought and installed a new one.

It’s nice having a new, working light.

After he was finished, I said, “It’s nice to have something new in our fifty-year-old house.”

It was fifty years ago this spring, summer, and fall (March-October) that our house was built. Cerwin was twenty-six. I was twenty-three. Jeff was two. Diane was one. We did not know that Jere and Deb would someday be part of our lives.