Monday, November 15, 2010
The Little Tin Mule
I remember how special I felt when Papa handed it to me and how disappointed the two boys always were. I never felt guilty in anyway or acknowledged that I was really being a little brat. I just smiled, said "thank you" and gave Papa a sweet smile. Ray and Glenn wanted it too, but it was always mine.
I have often thought about those little mules and wished that I still had one of them because it was the most vivid and cherished memory of my great-grandfather
A few weeks ago, I searched for an item on eBay. Something I saw during the search must have brought the memory of the little mule to the surface. I typed "tin mule" in the search block. Up came two entries for a "tin mule." I bid on both of them hoping one would be mine. I lost the bid on the first mule, but was the successful bidder on the second.
In a couple of days, it came in the mail. As I untied the ribbon securing the small package and opened the paper around it, I was flooded with the memory of Papa's love. I know that it is not one of the actual tags he once gave me, but it certainly represents one he did. That is all that matters. Ray and Glenn, I am sorry—but you missed it again.