Friday, April 17, 2015
Today my sister and two of her children drove 40 minutes to the hardware store to pick up a picnic table. As soon as I saw the bright orange colors of the store and noticed that some of us were wearing blue shirts it seemed to beg for bright cheery pictures. This was the first time that I have taken photos with my big camera in a store like this. I loved it. I think I shall not be afraid to pull it out again someday and capture memories that are all too soon forgotten such as going to the hardware store as a kid.
I remember going to the hardware store on Saturday mornings with my Dad for the sole reason to get out of housework for a little while and to beg for a cheese and peanut butter cracker or a candy bar. I also remember wondering what all of the strange tools and things were and what they could possilbly be used for. The hardware store is a strange and wonderful place as a child. It's almost like walking into some vast different world full of strange things. Of course a treat at the checkout lane might have helped my fond memories of the place.