Tuesday, May 24, 2011
What's in a Name?
And we headed towards the door.
In the entry, we paused for a few moments, waiting for my Mom.
Mark Jr., safely ensconced in his grandfather's arms, began to look around. He discovered a pin in the lapel of his grandfather's suit jacket.
A shiny gold pin in the shape of a polled Hereford.
The small hand reached out, caressing the fascinating bit of gold.
"Do you like that, Mark?"
"Do you know what it is?" A note of pride creeps into the grandfatherly voice.
Small head nodding.
"What is it?"
Our son, the namesake of the great Hereford breeder who was holding him, the small child who had been around cattle since he was born, could not help but get this right.
We waited breathlessly for the answer.
Mark screwed up his face thoughtfully. Then smiled.
Oh, how have the mighty fallen . . .
Posted by Diane Tolley at 10:31:00 AM