Backstory – Wooden Bowl
This episode is not original. It was related by a story teller; those folks who face their audience with nary a teleprompter in sight and narrate their tales. Wish I knew the name of the story teller, to share with you.
Consider This Show – Wooden Bowl
The frail old man could no longer live alone. He moved in with his son and his family. But things got off to a rocky start.
The old man’s hands trembled and his eyesight was blurred. When the family ate dinner together, food fell off his silverware. He spilled his milk. He dropped plates.
The son’s wife was irritated with the mess. Finally they decided to set a small table in the corner where Grandpa could sit alone. This would keep everyone else from being annoyed by him as they ate. To avoid broken dishes, food was served at the little table in a wooden bowl.
His 8 year old grandson thought he saw tears in the old man’s eyes at meal time, but he made no objection. One evening the parents noticed their son busily at work with some pieces of wood.
“What are you making?” the father asked. The boy responded, “I’m making bowls for you and Mama to have your food in, when you live with me, when I grow up.”
The parents were speechless as tears welled up in their eyes. That evening the man’s son went over to his father’s place at the little table and took his hand. He gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days, the old man ate every meal with his son’s family. And for some reason, it didn’t seem to matter anymore when a fork was dropped, a drink spilled or a tablecloth soiled.