Our challenge was to take a picture at random from our picture box and blog about it. Go over to Sharing a Slice of Life to join our fun. I just read SouthernArkies post about her picture of a sewing room. What a memory.
If you have visited before you know, I blog about my Hero, my husband every Sunday. As it happens the Hero is in this picture.
It is a standard kitchen, but it represents what I had always hoped for but never achieved in my own home. Everyone migrated to the kitchen to visit. I never had a kitchen to sit in.
When I was growing up, the living room was for formal guests, only family or close friends were invited beyond. The kitchen was the place you sat down at the table and had a cup of something, and visited. Old times were talked about. Card games were played here. Needs and challenges were discussed. Sometimes tears were shed. It represents closeness, family, and love.
The Kitchen, a place where the body and soul were seen and fed.